Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 388

lan plonked himself down at the desk nearby and dove back into his paperwork.

“Need something?”

“Herbert has a painting up for auction soon, and you seemed to fancy his work before. If you’re planning to go, could you take me with you?”

Carlene sounded a little flirtatious as she eyed the food on the table and slowly took a seat.

“I haven’t eaten yet, mind if you join me?”

lan’s gaze remained glued to his documents.

“We can discuss that later.”

“lan, I remember you were really into Herbert’s style back in the day. I even went out of my way to learn from him, but he’s not taking on new students anymore. His last student was apparently a young guy:

Carlene seemed a bit miffed. “I bet it’s one of his relatives or something.”

lan’s brow furrowed slightly. “Carlene, I have work to do.”

Ever since Carlene had arrived, she had had a hunch that something was off about the place. It was her feminine intuition kicking in.

“lan, I don’t think anyone cleaned the room this morning.”

She planned to check the bedroom, but lan didn’t respond.

When Carlene opened the bedroom door, she spotted two pillows on the bed. If there was only one person sleeping, the other pillow should have been put away.

Her eyebrows knitted together in worry. She headed straight for the closet.

her heart pounding when she heard the clicking of high heels. She braced herself

fondness for lan, if she was discovered,

as Carlene was about to open the closet door, lan appeared in the doorway, his arms folded across his chest and said in a matter–of–fact tone, “I’m a

like people touching his

she’d barged into

quickly pulled her hand back and gave him

buying you some ties. Wanted to

but returned to

to follow him, her face had a shade of embarrassment.

out a sigh of relief when she heard

the living room, Carlene’s

you wouldn’t go for other women.”

chair, pen back in hand, burying

was worried that he was mad, and her unease grew when she saw the food cart

attending the auction, I can be your

“Mmm.”

gaze didn’t leave his papers.

and begrudgingly headed for the door.

trailed from behind her.

the room card.”

and lan were tying the knot,

room card, he’d handed it over without a

sign of his discontent with her

feeling awkward, and

“Got it.”

she left the room, her eyes were filled with anger

his room last time, she