Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1207

When she returned to the room, she found lan still struggling to put on his shoes.

His slippers were right next to him, yet he just couldn’t seem to get them on. Eventually, he put them on backward and was heading for the bathroom, intending to join her for a bath.

Maja quickly restrained his wrist, securing the other end of the cuff to the bedpost.

“You rest here. I’ll be out after my shower.”

lan sat back down on the bed, his eyes lighting up momentarily at the sight of the cuff on his wrist.

“Maja, I like this game.”

She cursed him secretly, immediately grabbing her clothes to go shower.

Now she didn’t have to worry about the intoxicated lap wandering around the room and getting hurt.

After a quick shower, she picked up a hairdryer to dry her hair.

lan sat at the head of the bed, his gaze fixed on her unblinkingly.

After drying her hair, Maja walked over to uncuff him!

“Click.”

cuff was released, he rolled over and pinned her down, hurriedly trying to undo her buttons.

too drunk tonight, and couldn’t manage it.

few times, “Sleep now, you’re tired.”

and pulling her into his embrace. He fell asleep within a minute.

insomnia, and there

opinion online. She finally

soft breathing, Fitch’s words echoed

he wanted was

was not sincere, he would believe it.

over, her gaze carefully tracing

were down, losing much of their sharpness in sleep.

her heart

with a few emails on her laptop, then ordered the chef downstairs to prepare a stomach–warming soup for

lan.

and found that all the paint had already been

5 5 5

canvas, to brushes, everything was

saw the painting of lan she had

had left the painting at RosenGarden and had almost forgotten about

framed and placed in the most conspicuous spot in the studio.

she understood what Fitch

actions were always more touching than his

he felt a headache. His nose

look, but she wasn’t there.

gaze flickered. He got up, and went into the bathroom