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.

about to rest, her work phone received

your hubby’s back?”

the job at Greenfield Gardens was done, she’d first delete lan’s

lan got no reply to his first

last night, woke

The ring?

suddenly remembered the ‘pigeon egg‘ he was holding.

This ring probably wasn’t cheap either. She didn’t want him to

I’ll look

other words, it was too late

the kind of person who only understood when others accommodated him,

or I’ll come and fetch it

was fuming. What’s wrong with

deep breath, got up, and checked

hour without a

lan,

to cut ties with him, she went out, got in her car, and drove to

seething the entire way. Her chest

seemed

RosenGarden, she

should’ve been easy to find, but she scoured every inch of the room without any luck.