Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 380

“You’re a bit green, seems like your hubby hasn’t taught you much.”

His excitement was palpable, his voice a little gravelly.

Maja was in a whirlwind of thoughts, too scared to even utter a word.

She was a bundle of nerves, half expecting someone to barge in at any moment, then freaking out when she thought someone might spot them from the building across.

In the end, his intense actions caused her to faint.

At 5 am, lan Raymond finally put his suit on her and carried her to his car.

If anyone had ever told him that he would end up getting frisky with a woman in his office, he would have called them crazy.

He was a workaholic and to him, his office was his sanctuary.

But there he was, spending the night with the woman in his arms in that very place.

He’d found out that he somehow liked the feeling.

Maja was so pooped she couldn’t even lift a finger. Ian tucked her into bed, intending to help her bathe, but her phone rang.

He frowned, seeing an unfamiliar number, and picked it up. A male voice came through.

I’ll make things difficult for him, believe it or not!” The next second, lan’s face darkened. He hung up and looked at the woman on the bed who was too tired to speak. He chuckled, a cold glint in

her husband, no wonder she changed

rage ignited instantly. He held Maja tightly, and

her voice hoarse, too weak to

“Mr. Raymond.”

was really exhausted and wished he would

just held her by the waist tightly.

woman on the bed, he went to take a bath, put on fresh clothes and headed

up in those last two hours, deliberately wearing her down, leaving marks

woke up, her whole

sit up immediately, but the movement caused severe pain in her

no one in

mess, not cleaned up at

if she was just a toy for

tightly, she took a deep breath and

and let out a

get out of bed, but the pain made her grimace and she had to support herself on the edge

trembling slightly, she glanced at the clothes on the

the bathroom, when she saw the marks

not look any longer and

had

embarrassed to text Carol Miller, afraid

those marks, and as the warm water ran from her head, all she could think of was the intensity with