Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1119

lan hadn’t expected Judith to suddenly embrace him. He’d just been about to push her away when she let go, tilting her head back to talk to him.

His mind was somewhat foggy, his fingertips still absent–mindedly touching the piece of fabric from before.

After a while, he lowered his hand, hearing Judith ask, “lan, do you want to grab dinner with me tonight?”

lan averted his gaze, an image of Maja flashed in his mind, but he quickly discarded it.

“Sure.”

Judith’s gaze passed over him, landing on Maja in the distance, her expression full of challenge.

“Sounds good. You can choose the restaurant. Just let me know where”

Maja knew Judith was just trying to provoke her, and it was working, she was genuinely irritated.

She turned around, retreating back to the elevator

As the elevator doors closed, she leaned against the back wall, feeling exhausted.

When she reached the lobby on the first floor, she ran into Jeff.

Jeff was holding a bouquet of flowers, looking somewhat awkward when he saw her.

“Ms. Pennyfeather”

weren’t for her. They must be

small smile, nodding, and then

the flowers, unsure of what

different room, the wife of a close business associate. The flowers were actually from

he saw lan, he

into her at the Raymond

a good

taking Ms. Sanders

“Yes”

lips were pressed into a thin line, his gaze landing on the piece

didn’t dare to question him, he immediately started looking for

continue working, but

to the Raymond Corporation’s surveillance room, pulled up the footage of Maja entering the Raymond Corporation building.

was calm, not showing a hint

cigarette, even though the surveillance video was only a few minutes long, he

room staff returned, they were startled to see him, quickly closing the

finished a cigarette, his eyes were a bit red. He just stared at the video, watching it over and over again.

a few times, waving away the smoke

and

surveillance room staff was still standing in the corridor, not daring to disturb

had left that

filled with the smell of smoke, there were several cigarette butts in the ashtray. No one was supposed to smoke in this room, but the staff didn’t dare to say anything

that the man they saw when they opened the door just now wasn’t the vibrant and energetic boss they knew.

been pulled down from his pedestal

melancholy,

the surveillance room, and they recognized the woman on the screen as the designer who used to