Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 600

lan’s cheerful mood quickly turned sour, his aura noticeably colder.

He looked out the window, “Let’s head back to the hotel.”

Back in the hotel room, lan had just come out from a shower when he heard the doorbell.

Upon opening the door, he saw the lobby manager standing outside, respectfully holding a small suitcase

“Sir, this was left by one of the servants from Rosewood Manor. They said it’s your luggage from there.”

lan glanced at the ridiculously cheap suitcase that looked like something they’d pick up for a few bucks:

His eyebrows furrowed, a glint of disgust in his eyes, “Trash it.”

The manager hesitated for a moment, sensing lan’s annoyance, and quickly nodded.

Slamming the door shut, lan took out his phone, found Maja’s private number, and deleted it. He didn’t plan on having any more contact with this woman. Out of sight, out of mind.

He didn’t know that Maja had deleted his number from her phone earlier that evening when the servant brought the suitcase.

But she kept his work number, after all, the project at Greenfield Gardens still needed to be finished.

to rest, her work phone

your hubby’s

was

no reply to his first message, he sent a

your room last night, woke up

The ring?

suddenly remembered the ‘pigeon egg‘ he was

wasn’t cheap either. She didn’t want him to use this ring as

look for

words, it was too late now.

of person who only understood when others accommodated him, didn’t get the hint.

it now and send it over, or

fuming. What’s wrong with this

breath, got up, and checked

bother people at this hour without

he’s lan,

she went out, got in her car,

the entire way. Her chest felt like a ticking

profession of ‘liking her‘ seemed more ridiculous by

RosenGarden, she started looking

easy to find, but she