Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1204

lan was lounging in a private room at the BlueSky Bar, surrounded by a sea of whiskey bottles.

Fitch was by his side, engrossed in a phone call, the conversation probably related to Eric Raymond.

Eric had told his higher–ups that he had lost the portion of his memory that pertained to his experiments and the location of the microchip. He needed to interact more with people he once knew of to unlock these lost memories.

Among those he was acquainted with were Fitch, lan, and Maja. Of course, this also included the entire Raymond family.

Fitch, exasperated, ended his call and turned his attention to lan, who was sitting quietly on his own.

His spirits deflated.

“So you just let him waltz back into the Raymond family like that? Tonight, the Raymond family are throwing him a welcome party. The whole of Greenfield knows about it. If you don’t show up, rumors about a feud between you two will spread instantly. I also heard that Grandma Edith is rushing back for the event.”

Fingers twitching slightly, fan lightly swirled his drink.

Fitch sighed, “When we didn’t know that Eric was still alive, I helped you look for him everywhere. But now that he’s back, something feels off. He’s clearly signaling his intention to reclaim his position as CEO of the Raymond Corporation and oust you from the family. Eric has changed. He may seem as gentle as before, but he’s become more aggressive, especially towards you.”

time, Eric wanted to get a dog but didn’t know about your allergy. Your mom knew but didn’t care. Because of your allergy, Eric gave the dog away. And when you used to get into fights and cry, he would always comfort you. We often got into fights with others. You were the toughest and got hit the most. He couldn’t bear to

day before and

his glass and leaned back

was a little drunk and started reaching out into the air

“Maja,” he slurred.

welcome party the Raymond family were throwing that night, and Grandma Edith’s anticipated appearance.

to know

annoyance and was about to take away his phone. Suddenly remembering something,

he keeps calling your

this morning,

had been feeling uneasy, and after hearing

one of her shoes in a gap

figure standing beside her and looked up to

chin and asked, “Did you notice the statue at the entrance of

unsure why he

noticeable, rumored to have cost hundreds of

fingers, his posture slightly arrogant, “Last time he got drunk. He mistook the statue for you and insisted

speechless, unable to picture

many years. To others, he’s a closed book, disdaining to say more than necessary. With you, he’s stubbornly unyielding, refusing to admit his feelings. The harsher he is to you, the more he hopes you’d stand by his side. If you coax him a bit, even if it’s not sincere,

his cigarette into a nearby trashcan, not wanting to