Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 170

“Can you stop worrying about it? They’re my parents, not yours, and you’ve got plenty of issues in your own house, right? Stop bothering me, I’m leaving.”

“Go ahead, I’ve already called the police. If you leave, that woman will be arrested.”

Leo stopped in his tracks, his face twisting in frustration.

Maja was relentless, “I’ll have someone take you back and I’ll immediately notify your family to pick you up.”

“You!”

Leo softened his tone.

“Can you leave me alone? I’d rather starve to death than return to that home.”

lan’s car window was down, he had been there during the last argument between Maja and this man.

But Leo’s accent was thick, lan could only catch the gist of it, and he wasn’t particularly interested in his family affairs.

Yet, he didn’t instruct the driver to leave, as the driver was still recovering from the shock.

Maja knew lan was still around, she didn’t want to lose her composure in front of him again, so she made a call.

pulled up, two burly bodyguards got out, grabbed Leo like a chicken,

seeing the muscles

Leo and they should prepare to pick him up. Daly and Susan were somewhat incredulous, they felt they owed Maja a lot, so Susan brought up the civil servant again. “Maja, I’ve checked, the guy is

massaged her forehead absentmindedly, accidentally meeting lan’s gaze.

faint light from the car roof reflected in his eyes. Maybe the night breeze was comforting. She didn’t hear Susan’s question, instead she found herself admiring lan’s facial features again, they were perfect, so much so that it made her want to draw

to his fingertips, he was like a masterpiece intricately carved by God, the best

be on the call and held

“I gotta go.”

she opened her camera and snapped a picture of lan’s current pose.

flash went off and the distinct sound of the camera shutter echoed, Maja felt the world go

quiet that she wished she could hide in a ‘crack in the

an eyebrow, looking

window frame,

lingered for a while, a faint smile reflected in his

up, she awkwardly changed the subject.

won’t disturb you any longer, sorry about earlier. I’ll invite you to dinner sometime,

practically bolted into her car, stomping on the gas, eager to get as

somehow left

house in a neighborhood called RosenGarden, a