Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 829

He used to dodge his feelings for her, too lazy to understand it and screwed up a lot because of it.

Her cousin’s recent shenanigans pissed her off, so, understandably, she’s giving him the silent treatment now.

Maja, tense, pushed his hand away, afraid her paint–stained fingers would ruin the paper. She had to be careful not to press too hard.

She was working on the details, and a single misstep could ruin the entire painting.

“lan, if you’re bored, go downstairs, don’t bug me,” she said.

lan stopped talking, just quietly holding her waist, not saying a word.

Maja scolded him, but he wouldn’t listen. She just left him be and focused on finishing her painting.

Knock, knock.

Someone was at the door. Probably a servant bringing water.

Maja quickly pushed him away, but he stuck to her again.

She could tell this man was a bit childish.

Stubborn, always running his mouth, temperamental, and unpredictably cold to others.

“Let go!”

lan held her from behind, reluctantly let go and returned to his chair.

“Come in,” Maja called to the door.

Sure enough, a servant came in with a tray holding two cups of mint tea.

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“Mr. Raymond, Ms. Pennyfeather, you’ve been working hard. Holden asked me to bring you something.”

cups of mint tea on

and just as she was about to switch to a larger one, lan came over again.

me do

used brush and began washing it.

say anything, switched to another brush

heard some movement next to her, and before long, a shadow appeared. He had picked up another brush and

face was truly good–looking when he was focused

found herself absent–mindedly staring at his face countless

was definitely the most handsome out of all the men she’d

hand steady as

put down her brush, her fingers slightly cramping.

Finally done.

as she was about to massage her shoulders, a beautiful hand

“Mmm.”

She couldn’t help but moan, but the moment she realized it was lan’s hand, she snapped back to

do

his other hand landed on her waist.

being massaged at the same time.

felt a

the chair next to them, his eager gaze falling on her

to push

hard on a point on her

was pressing, she quickly

finally stopped. “Did

panting, her cheeks flushed

though the massage felt good, he was clearly taking

this time, it

you finished the painting? Dinner

and

quickly walked to the door and opened

you

downstairs and look at the flowers.

and it was the perfect time for

age, the old man enjoyed life the

“Alright, let’s go

and found that he was following without a care for face. He wanted to say something but