Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 12

Kurt was right behind her, no more than a melee away, and his bodyguard was outside

lan was dressed in a black tracksuit his left hand tucked in his pocket. He was tall and long legged, every move revealing the fluid and upright lines of his body. He was standing at the entrance of a lounge not far away, about to go in

Kurt oked ha lips, boldly staring at her back, and then whispered. Your husband’s here aren’t you gonna say hi?”

Maja took a deep breath, no time to hesitate and quickly walked over

tam had just put his hand on the door handle and opened a crack when he heard footsteps behind him, followed by the sweet and soft body of a woman. He didn’t have time to refuse and with a bit of finesse the woman got them both into the lounge.

Ian howned, “Du!”

Quick as a flash, Maja locked the door and leaned against it looking at him earnestly. “Mr. Raymond, I don’t mean to bother you, can I hide out here?” The man didn’t speak, his gaze fating on her knee

Maja followed his gaze and noticed the red mark on her knee was more pronounced because of the hot steam,

“She trailed off, feeling embarrassed, her face

this

are you doing here?” lan looked down

For work

ar grew

his expression complex, before turning and heading into the

comer of her eye she could see the reflected figure on the frosted glass. The man’s body was lean, water running down his sturdy chest, disappearing

left. The crisis was averted, and Maja

lan was already embarrassing enough. With a divorce impending, she shoukl understand her

came out in a new suit, Maja was nowhere to be found. There was a knock on the doot and when he opened it

speak. The waiter left after

picked up a sticky note left in a conspicuous place

Raymond, thank you for

by Maja,

there, feeling like he’d been used for the second time.

he went to the VIP bunge that Summit Bank prepared