Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1212

At eleven in the evening, a woman left the towering skyscraper, but it wasn’t Maja. It was her assistant

Wind stood in the shadows, planning to wait until the next day

Unaware of him, Zoey entered the waiting car and instantly felt an air of oppression around her.

A man sat in the back seat, lightly tapping his fingers on a book resting on his knee

It was her tum to keep him company tonight, but she really wanted to work overtime at the office. Unfortunately, her work was done

The man glanced in Wind’s direction, then withdrew his gaze, tugging slightly at the comers of his mouth

He made a quick call, then abruptly pulled Zoey towards him.

To your place?

He was asking her, but his tone left no room for refusal

Zoey was living in the same complex as other artists from the company. She was worried about being seen and quickly shook her head

“No”

The man raised an eyebrow, his tone indifferent, “Then we’ll go to a hotel

He had specifically booked a presidential suite, to pamper her

Maja would call

her prayers were effective, as her phone began to ring. It was indeed Maja, asking if she had finished work and could

and she felt

Pennyfeather I’m

beside her, I’m sorry, Mr. Pennyfeather needs a document. I have to

man simply leaned back. It won’t affect us.”

on her own, but if she angered him, her night would be even worse

anything, watching helplessly as the driver

Maja to find out about

hundred meters from Greenfield Gardens, she

“Stop the car

under enormous pressure, she said, “Just drop me here. I’ll come back after delivering the documents.

to know what she was

her purse

the villa by a servant that she finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she still felt a piercing

the afternoon watching a movie. The atmosphere was unusually warm

working overtime, she

flipped through a few pages, and

bit pale. Are you feeling unwell?”

and she had a feeling that if she went with the man tonight, she

“No.”

go home and rest. I’ll give you the day off

help but grab Maja’s wrist, as if she was a life–preserving

aback and furrowed her

something you want

remained silent for a few

Pennyfeather, can I stay here and