Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 514

After hanging up the phone, lan felt like the pile of documents in front of him had lost all meaning.

The thought of Penny being with another man tonight was more than he could bear.

Back at the hotel, lan lay on the bed, still able to smell her lingering scent on the sheets. The fragrance seemed to permeate every pore of his body from all directions.

lan couldn’t sleep. He got up in his pajamas and lit a cigarette by the floor–to–ceiling window.

The window in the corner was open, and the breeze from outside caused his hair to quiver slightly.

He held the cigarette between his fingers, feeling as though the wind carried her scent with it.

He remembered pressing her against this window; her fearful yet reliant look stirred something in him,

lan’s gaze turned intense. Originally, he had the cigarette lightly clamped in his mouth, but now he bit down hard, as if to suppress the excitement coursing through his body. He took out his phone and sent a message to Maja.

“Are you asleep?”

lan was a very low–key person. He never shared his life on social media and rarely liked others‘ posts.

He also seldom initiated a chat with anyone late at night, let alone with a woman.

But Maja was his exception.

you and your

lan sent another

fallen asleep, but she was

was forcefully taken from her, of the baby’s body in the hospital trash can, and of a

up in a cold

ceiling,

before. She knew the operation could only be done in the early stages

nightmare because the forced abortion had put too much pressure

but she never expected her

would always remember

the point of love, but the pain he inflicted had been seared deeply into her heart, like a nail hammered

up, poured herself a glass of water, and after drinking it, felt slightly calmer. Then she

unable to fall–back asleep. So, she started checking the progress of the Greenfield Gardens project and reviewed

reply from her, which

engrossed in

she checked the surveillance she had

night, there had been no issues with the surveillance. It seemed like no one had entered

art supplies,

was seven in the morning, and there weren’t many pedestrians on

to the property management to inquire about the situation when her car was violently hit. Her head slammed into the steering wheel, blurring

her vision.