Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 20

Standing behind lan. Jeff was about to remind him about the forgotten meeting, but when he saw Maids face he swallowed his words

Is this the woman last night? What’s going on between her and lan

As the elevator doors opened, Maya gestured for them to enter first.

Without hesitation, lan instructed Jeff to head to the company first and then stepped into the elevator himself.

The breakfast area on the first floor was already bustling with people. Maja and lan chose a spot by the window, and a waller promptly brought each a glass of lemon water

Maja took a sip of the lemon water its tangtness awakening her taste buds and alleviating her dizziness. She figured she could have breakfast first before going to the hospital. Fairiting from low blood sugar on the way would lie less than ideal

Setting down her glass, she asked lan, Mr. Raymond, what kind of books do you usually enjoy reading? I heard from Mr. Elston that you took some art classes before?”

Understanding acients style preferences and daily habits could expedite the design process. She summised that lan might not favor the American style–too busy and flashy in color. On the other hand, the Chinese style could be deemed too conservative and dull. Art lovers often preferred something more daring

through this brief conversation, but

essay without a specific topic. Too many choices often led to confusion. Conversely, having a precise issue simplified things as the scope was defined

do my thing?” Maja mentally sketched out some basic design styles

“Jan”

woman in a Chanel suit approaching,

here for days, hoping to

woman, Sandy, appeared thrilled. Her gaze flickered towards Maja, but her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

who might this

client, but before she could utter a word, Sandy had already seated hersell, acting like Maja didn’t exist, and resumed conversing

wish to engage in conversation and

much you loved the layout of Greenfield Gardens, happen to know a fabulous designer

she was attempting to win lan’s favor by

interrupting, but Mr. Raymond is current Sandy’s gaze returned to

my

‘re interested.

palpable as if she believed Maja