Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 810

lan was quick to shut the door, worried Maja might spit out more hurtful words.

He didn’t want to be stung by her sharp tongue any longer.

After closing the door, he fingered for a bit, catching the staff asking Maja if she needed anything.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, would you like a midnight snack? The chef has whipped up some chicken soup. Good for the stomach.”

Maja was about to decline, but the mention of chicken soup got her interested.

“Where do I eat it?”

“We’ll bring it to your room.”

She nodded, her stomach conveniently growling.

The staff smiled and asked, “Just a moment, please. The soup will be up shortly.”

lan stood quietly by the door until the voices died down, and he moved to the sofa.

The room was soundproofed, but he could still hear the sound of Maja’s shower. His heart was filled with tender feelings, and he couldn’t help but picture her in bed.

He’d never craved someone so much.

After a shower, while still in his towel, he got a call from Judson from Silverstone Enterprises.

the cost of some materials. I’d like to review it with you and Ms. Pennyfeather personally.

a big no–no for

his surprise, lan agreed after

as a tough nut to crack,

Greenfield Gardens were done months ago. Discovering the issue now was a real blunder on Silverstone Enterprises‘ part. Jan sat on

and knew what her profile

turned on their mics, and Judson

One of our accountants has been caught fiddling with the books and has been taken away by the police. When we rechecked his records, we found discrepancies in the cost of Greenfield Gardens‘ renovations. I’m really sorry

was surprised that Silverstone Enterprises had such a scandal: Financial mishaps

immediately pulled up the old invoices and went

lan to join just

Silverstone Enterprises and the Raymond Corporation often

his mind drifting back to the first night they

down at himself, grasped himself, and

out Judson and

know what they were discussing, but he heard her laugh. Her laughter sent shivers

pink. He never thought he’d do something

“Mm.”

he couldn’t hold back a

a while, Maja’s side

a chill. Did he

the mic icon, which showed it was

was almost there but couldn’t

out of nowhere; “Mr. Raymond, what are you doing? Mr. Judson has been asking you questions for a while now.”

hear a hint of