Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 595

lan looked a bit perplexed, but he still got what Tyler was saying.

He put down his glass with a faint smirk on his lips.

“I offered her a billion, and she tore up the check and threw it in my face. I only asked for a month of her time. Did she feel ripped off?”

Tyler stifled a laugh, unable to picture such a scene, but it was totally something Penny might do.

He quickly raised his glass.

“Bottom line, you’re getting a divorce tomorrow. Your grandpa probably won’t care who you’re intò anymore. You should properly apologize to Penny. She must’ve been freaked out today. After all, women need some sweet talk. If you don’t butter her up, someone else will.”

They both knew who that someone else was without saying it out loud.

After all, lan and Penny were only secret lovers

But this guy clearly didn’t have the awareness of being a lover.

When Maja woke up at 3 a.m. to the sound of the doorbell outside the living room, she initially thought she had heard wrong and rolled over in bed.

She hadn’t been able to sleep for the two nights when lan had blindfolded her.

Or rather, she hadn’t slept much since her father passed away a week ago.

Now she was exhausted, knowing that it was him. Her mental burden wasn’t as heavy.

way, once or twice, it was torture.

see the man standing outside. She immediately held her breath, swallowed the curse she was about to hurl, quickly

was afraid that one second slower and she would be

of alcohol as he tirelessly rang the doorbell:

scene at her door all night, and she

door. Ian skillfully took out his key and let himself

and only let out a sigh of relief when she saw through the

ever since she was scared by Maja,

his

No response.

1

=

and wanted

lump on the bed, so he

up immediately when she smelled the faint

3

to see the man lying next

of being controlled insanely reappeared. She suppressed her discomfort, carefully got out of bed, didn’t even dare to put on her coat in the bedroom, grabbed her clothes and

her hand touched the bedroom door handle, she heard

you

she felt a little scalp

already three–thirty in the morning, so she didn’t understand why

“Mr. Raymond.”

leaning against the head of

discarded in the living room,