Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 696

Maja’s voice was flat and uninteresting, her lashes drooping, no longer speaking.

lan looked at Maja, slowly pulling her into his arms, asking, “Did you have someone you like in your heart, yet you came to me? Aren’t you afraid of betraying him?”

“He’s gone.”

“He betrayed you?”

“He’s dead.”

lan’s breath suddenly stopped for a moment, and then he held Maja even tighter.

So turned out she’s been liking a man who’s no longer in this world?

That’s just great.

A smirk spread across lan’s face.

As the question and answer went on, Maja gradually regained her rationality.

Perhaps it was Powell’s words that touched her sensitive spot, combined with the pressure call from Mia’s mother Sharon, she suddenly wanted to solve the problem through lan.

These people all treated her like a pushover. On one side was work, and on the other was annoying rich people, and Maja was struggling to cope. Just like Powell said, some people’s backgrounds were simply different. She had to recognize her own place.

If she couldn’t recognize that, what almost happened in the elevator could happen again at any time.

So, Maja began to consider the request lan had made.

she turned her head and saw the snowflakes falling

stood up to leave,

knew she regretted it, but once in this

you offend the

“I hit Mia.”

little surprised, but it seemed like something

her, Sharon won’t let you go. Mia has always been arrogant in this circle, and

Maja definitely

power, all of Maja’s tactics

do you think I should do?” Maja asked.

hand, playing with each of her fingertips.

suggestion good?” he pulled her back, softly persuading, “And, you don’t hate me touching you, right? You like that, and you’re just too shy to

it.”

private matters, but she might not have experienced

this moment, lan felt like a bad guy, forcing a good

you think we’re a good

lightly

sensation spread from her fingertips all the way to her heart.

lan picked her up

largest room upstairs was decorated in a style that lan liked.

designed herself, being held to bed by the male owner, the feeling was

villa, and he didn’t expect

the bed. She wasn’t used to taking the initiative

very quiet. Ian didn’t make a move.

man standing by the bed, a smirk in his eyes.