Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

The man was fast asleep his namaw and sharp eyes hat closed

Maya Pennyfeather struggled to get up from the bed Her back curved to a gcnful arc, visible and hidden under her long hair She was just about to pick up her clothes from the floor when a cold we came from behind her

How much money do you want?”

There was no emotion in his voice. The passion and list hom last nights drunkenness had faded

Maja band paused in the act of grabbing her clothes. The funny thing was she had been maned to this man for the years, and yet he had no idea who she was

Three years ago, she saved Holden Raymond’s Me At that time, her fathers company was facing the first mund of financial difficulties Holdon offered to let her marry his grandson, lan, and invested three hundred million into her family’s business.

Ian was nowhere to be seen throughout the whole process it wasn’t until after they had registered the marriage that she found out he had gone abroad

For three years, she had been Mrs. Raymond in nome only, and the laughingstock of town. She never expected that the first meeting would be in bed.

“I dont need money”

She put on her clothes. Her head was a mess because of the hangover; fell like it was about to explode.

If you don’t want money, are you planning to stick to me?”

lan chuckled lightly Has eyes looked sharp and scrutinized her without reserve

Her lace was smal and smooth, her figure we proportioned, and her eyes clear She was a beautiful woman, but that was. Just another woman who had taken the intiative to throw herself at him, only this time she had succeeded

what you deserve, but if you’m imagining anything

he was drunk last night, given his character he wouldn’t lose control over a woman. It

and prominent people had attended the Raymond family’s banquet. Everyone wanted to meet the man who was about to

banquet. She just wanted to make

face talk with

then that happened…

of lon’s resistance to the mariage. So, how could she make him believe that what happened last night was not her doing? A hint of helplessness flashed

the bedside table started to

was a call from his personal

on speaker, and a respectful male voice came from the other end, “Mr. Raymond, I’ve amied at Ms. Pennyleather’s apartment She’s

walked to the large floor–to–ceiling window, frowning at the riverview in the distance. He had no impression of this so called wife

had heard from Holden that she was kind and gentle, with an outstanding education, but so what? Now the

cold and ruthless, First, try to contact her and get her to sign the

missed work messages. She paused for a moment when she heard the words divorce agreement from him.

Cristina asked me to ask you, did lan drink that glass of wine?

lowered her head,[“Wasn’t that the glass of wine you gave me, Dad?]

me. If you’re not busy with work today, go to the hospital to see your sister She

troubled She understood that all of this was orchestrated by

she didn’t respond. What’s wrong? Are you drunk?]

a hangover and quickly asked her if she needed any hangover medicine His tone was full

had passed away early and her father had run the company alone, which had taken a toll on