Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 809

Maja got a call from Daly Elston’s company; they said some of Daly’s stuff was left unattended. Now that someone was handling his affairs, they reached out to

her.

Maja rushed over, sorting out Daly’s stuff from a pile of jumbled items.

Useless junk, really.

She held a small box, walking slowly from the side of Crystalbrook Valley’s river towards Riverside Haven.

She felt like she was being followed, but she wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination.

She scowled, looking back, but there was no one there.

She felt a chill run down her spine, so she quickened her pace. She was so tense that she tripped and fell down a riverbank while cutting across a strip of greenery. She slid five or six meters, but luckily, it didn’t hurt. She was about to get up when she heard an anxious voice from the roadside.

“Maja, are you okay?”

“Maja!”

Maja thought she had misheard and was about to respond when a man slid down from above.

The path was slippery, especially after last night’s rain, and it was all muddy.

lan had intended to run down, but he was wearing leather shoes and slipped ten meters, ending up even lower than Maja, with one foot already in the water. Maja was still standing in the greenery, her voice cold.

“What are you doing here?”

lan pretended to clean the mud off his trousers but didn’t answer.

Maja was angry, squeezing the box in her hand.

you stalking

“No.”

why are you

were some issues with the project at Crystalbrook Valley; they asked me to come over. I didn’t notice you

glance, then turned away,

but she wasn’t on the small path, so she tripped on a branch

to her side, squatting down to help

not to see his extended hand and hurried to pick up

the air awkwardly for a while, and then he asked, “Am

the river flowed quietly. Spring was around the corner, but it was still

“No, you’re not.”

sigh of relief when he heard her add, “You Raymonds are scarier than

at a loss

and closed his mouth, then withdrew his

few minutes before continuing uphill.

reached the roadside, Maja was already a hundred meters

up, keeping a

Riverside Haven, a

what

suit was covered in mud and fallen leaves, and his

“I’m fine.”

walked toward his room. When he opened the door, he instinctively glanced at the room next door.

shut, and he had no

box aside, took a

Wilma again to

à tantrum, insisting on

to see Elvis.

had already told Maja that he wouldn’t deal with Wilma, even if she came here in

Wilma, Mr. Elvis has other artists to manage right now; he might not