Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Maja's shoulders sagged instantly, a queasy feeling rising in her gut before she dashed to the restroom.

Beck promptly summoned the chef.

"Let's rework her meal plan. She's been off beef lately. Let's switch it to pork and chicken, and add smore warming ingredients

to her soups."

The chef quickly presented a menu. "Mr. Sanders, here are the fruits and vegetables Ms. Maja’s been eating, all air-freighted from

the best farms, and the milk as well. Is there anything you'd like to add?"

Beck thought for a moment about Maja's preferences and crossed off a few vegetables.

By now, Maja had returned from the restroom. "Beck, no need to be so cautious. I just felt a bit upset earlier, that's all."

Still, Beck wasn't ready to let her out of his sight.

"Don’t head back to Greenfield just yet. Stay at the Sanders family estate to recuperate. Meanwhile, I'll have Tyler dig around back

hfor any news, to see what Carol's angle is."

After saying this, he glanced at Tyler.

Tyler immediately raised his hand as if he was taking an oath. "Absolutely, it's on me. I'm the one who blabbered, so I'll take

responsibility."

Maja's gaze then fell on Fitch. "Is Zoey doing alright?"

stiffened, a crease forming between his

nothing more

of Wendy's doing. She had someone run her

puppy; that car accident nearly took Zoey's

for her mom since she was little, never knowing any real warmth. When her mom showed up at

vilest words, and even demanded I fire her. She can't stand

a mistress

mom says anything to smear her, don’t believe it. Zoey’s the type to repay kindness with

her wounds in silence. But don't

one day she won't. lan and I have been through so much,

learned is

of those words, 'life is unpredictable,’ coming from Maja

gotten entangled with lan from

her, perhaps she would be settled down by

who held back who, or who helped who

life is unpredictable, lan was now

absorbed her words but latched onto the

did Zoey

vaguely recalled her being injured but she thought it was her own doing, or her mother’s. She never

felt an itch in his throat and a sudden urge to

Maja wasn’t lying about this; there was no

"Okay."

word

Tyler; they hadn't even stayed two hours before

to adjust

the plane, gazing at the clouds outside the window while massaging the bridge of

his coat and headed straight