Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 19

The room fallinto a peaceful sance with not even a pin dop to be heard lan began to question his sanity once more Did she mistake him for her husband?

The chandelier above cast a soft glow on her face as she continued, “Regarding that night I can’t recall much, and I believe you probably don’t either. Mt Raymond. I apologize for mistaking you for my husband.”

We re all adults here, and that night was Cristina Perkins‘ doing It’s not his fault, and he shouldn’t bear any responsibilty. The task at hand is the most important thing. There’s no need to dwell on the past

“Mr Raymond, if you are interested in my designs, please feel free to let me know your requments.”

She smoothly redirected the conversation back to work as if that night was a mere blip in the tection

lan remained silent Just moments ago, he accidentally caught sight of the marks beneath her clothing in the bathroom, and it reminded him of how out of control he had been that night.

Her husband hadn’t sought a divorce when she returned to such a state Was it because he didn’t care, or were there issues in the marriage?

He reclined in his seat quickly regaining his composure.

“I should apologize if that night caused any problems between you and your husband.”

he could finch, Maja interpected,

my husband kumains unchanged. We were strangers before, and we still are now. Nothing

The same as always? No man, no matter how deeply he loves a woman, would tolerale being deceived. There’s no room for another man

doman

if it succeeded. What was her husband doing, relying on awoman

for Greenfield Gardens, Miss Penny… as compensation for His gaze lingered

curve in the center. When pursed, a small mole was

flickered in Majas eyes. She had yet to

to me anytime if you have any ideas” She seemed calm by his deliberate mention of compensation.” Ian furrowed his brow, a suppressed emotion wel Half an hour ago, she had been intimate with him, yet

gup within him!

in his life, lan realized he wasn’t liked. It didn’t sit well with him. He went to the door and heard her say, “Mr. Raymond, what about

a cold tone, slamming the

sweat. She returned to

it for this

her body still fell feverish. It was as if thousands of ants were crawling Knowing she was in no condition to leave, she decided to refill the bathtub with

clothes and settled into the bathtub, shivering from the