Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 747

“Her love life ain’t my business no more,

He shut his laptop, checking the time and realizing it was time to hit the hay.

But he was restless tonight. He tried showering and laying in bed, but sleep was a no–show.

He picked up a book, trying to read, but the words seemed gibberish.

At 1 AM, he got dressed again and headed out.

This time, he drove himself, parking at the RosenGarden.

A couple of lights were still on in the RosenGarden. He cracked his car window open and lit up a ciggy.

Halfway through, he pulled out his phone and dialed Maja.

No answer on the other end.

He slumped back in his seat/staring blankly ahead, with no idea why he’d driven here in the middle of the night.

With a self–deprecating chuckle, he decided to head back home.

On the way, he passed by the Pennyfeather group’s headquarters. But he didn’t give a damn about the Pennyfeathers, so he didn’t even notice it was their building. A woman was frantically making a call at the entrance. !

It was Zoey, unable to reach Maja. The Star Movie group’s series had passed the review, smashing records on its premiere night. This was great news, the kind that should be shared with Maja.

But since the afternoon, her calls to Maja had gone unanswered.

Just a few hours ago, Maja had been nervously awaiting the viewing results with her.

Zoey was trying to hail a cab when she spotted a luxury car parked nearby and lan’s face in the window.

She tensed up.

lan and had heard

were once engaged, though they’d called it off.

“Mr. Raymond.”

called out politely.

on the steering wheel. He glanced over at her when he heard his

Zoey swallowed.

day, but

“Maja?”

your

wit’s end, so she asked lan

Why was

is

before she could finish, lan stepped on

she was

“Mr. Raymond!”

that you two are on good

darkened.

and that woman

“Let go.”

still somewhat intimidated by him,

feeling rather ticked off. He thought

beyond endurance. She huddled in the dark room, feeling snakes slither over her ankles and centipedes crawl onto

was on the verge of a breakdown, curling up and trying not

much time had passed, even hallucinating at

was shivering from the cold, starving, and fear was coursing through

her head against the wall, the sound

time, thinking she’d been like this for hours. They figured she was close to

the weather outside was clear, and the sound of Maja’s head hitting the

going on

the pain. Whether her eyes were open