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,

I bumped it in the car “She trailed off, feeling

this Why

here?” lan looked

For work

ar grew

look, his expression complex, before turning

reflected figure on the frosted glass. The man’s body was lean, water running down his sturdy chest, disappearing into

crisis was averted, and Maja had no intention of staying there

embarrassing enough. With a divorce impending, she

out in a new suit, Maja was nowhere to be found. There was a knock on the

left after putting down the tray.

note left in a conspicuous place in the

thank you

left by Maja, no signature.

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

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