Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the two men outside, deep in conversation, entered the room.

Both men seemed calm enough.

Augus settled into an armchair and asked, "How's Maja doing? I heard she had a rough time with morning sickness a while back?"

"She's fine now, as you said, that was before."

Beck answered, his gaze shifting to the doctor.

He didn't change his form of address, fearing it might be awkward for both, "Doctor, please, have a seat."

The conversation that followed revolved around their recent shared experiences, discussing Augus's health and lan's recovery.

The three Sanders men avoided discussing the events of the past years, not wanting to exclude the doctor and possibly make him uncomfortable.

In that moment, there was an unspoken understanding among them all.

Over at Greenfield Gardens, lan trailed behind Maja, watching her pore over the secret level Beck had sketched out on paper.

He couldn't help himself and tugged at her sleeve.

"He's coming over soon, right? Do you think he'll like the gift I picked out?"

lan's gift ranged from fine art to rare, priceless vintage wines, stopping just short of handing over shares in the Raymond Corporation, a testament to his sincerity. "He'll love it, don't be nervous."

How could lan not be nervous, his palms were sweaty.

When the gatekeeper announced the arrival of their guest, lan immediately stood up and went to wait by the living room door.

A Maybach glided up to the house, with Beck still behind the wheel.

the car stopped at the curb and Augus stepped out, his gaze fell on

usually stoic man opened and closed his mouth several times, struggling to find the

was Beck who

"Dad, let's go inside."

nodded, his expression turning stern as his eyes met lan's, even

lan, particularly the

stiffened, but he maintained his composure and

to dinner, lan ladled soup for

the doctor, he made a

for beauty and vitality, made with

into a smile, "I must say, lan seems more

boys being Beck and

as he poured a glass of wine

"Mr. Sanders, please."

Augus's grim

to call him 'dad',

の

to embarrass

respond, which

awkward for

present.

as bad as Beck

dinner, lan flattered his in-laws by alternating between addressing Augus as Mr.

in a few extra drinks and eventually patted lan on the

good care of Maja. You should cut

worry. I never drink when I'm

as Mr. Sanders