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.

at the curb and Augus stepped out, his gaze

closed his mouth several times, struggling to

end, it was Beck who clapped him on the

"Dad, let's go inside."

turning stern as his

the matter of his second marriage, a thorn in everyone's

stiffened, but he maintained his

down to dinner, lan ladled soup for Maja first, then served the others

it came to the doctor,

and vitality, made with wild ginseng to boost energy and

the doctor's mouth curved into a smile, "I must say, lan

two boys being Beck and

hint of pride flashed in lan's eyes as he poured a glass of wine for

"Mr. Sanders, please."

grim expression,

call him 'dad',

の

embarrass

respond, which

awkward for

present.

considerably, thinking the kid wasn't as bad as Beck had made him out to

Augus as Mr. Sanders and

the ambiance, Augus indulged in a few extra drinks and eventually patted lan

You should cut back on the

I never drink when I'm out,

subtle shift, lan moved from addressing him as Mr. Sanders