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.

her work phone received a message

hubby’s back?”

soon as the job at Greenfield Gardens was done,

his first message,

in your room last night, woke up and

The ring?

the ‘pigeon egg‘

lan was a jerk, he’d gifted a bracelet worth millions before. This ring probably wasn’t cheap either. She didn’t want him to use this ring as an excuse to contact or manipulate her later.

I’ll look

words, it was

lan, the kind of person who only understood when others accommodated him, didn’t get

over, or I’ll come and fetch it

was fuming. What’s wrong

took a deep breath, got up, and checked the time–it was already

people at this hour without

he’s lan,

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

was seething the entire way. Her

her‘ seemed more ridiculous by the

her room at RosenGarden, she started looking for

find, but she scoured every inch of