Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1282

“Tan, I’m hungry

She fumbled for the staircase beside her, intending to make her way downstairs.

Instead, lan came closer, scooped her up bridal style

“I’ll carry you down to prevent any accidents”

“Alright.”

She nodded, obediently letting him hold her smelling that distinct cool scent of his that always reassured her.

When they reached the living room downstairs, her hand felt around the table

Soon a meal of light dinner was served in front of her

lan picked up the spoon, “Let me feed you”

“Alright

She smiled, opening her mouth to accept the food.

After they finished, lan helped her back upstairs to rest

lan, didn’t you say it was daytime? Can I sit on the couch for a bit?”

She wasnt ready to sleep yet

“Maja, you need to rest. It will help your eyes recover quicker”

“Okay then

She didn’t say anything else, allowing him to guide her to the bedroom. Once she was on the bed, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist

“I can’t sleep alone. Can you stay with me?”

back I have some work to take

then go

let go of his waist, listening to the sound of

was filled with

down, her fingertips grazed the

in Greenfield Gardens was her design, she knew every detail by heart, especially the flooring of

floor she had personally found in Crystalbrook Valley, a rare find that sold out every year

Valley for this batch of wood flooring.

she was in was very

details of the doors and dining table were

brands were easy to find, but the

a house similar

lan, but someone pretending to be hum

lan’s, but with

complexion changed, but

identical to Greenfield Gardens, even the fabric of the curtains was

hadn’t noticed the peculiarities of the floor, she would never have discovered

no choice but to lie down on the bed, pretending

up from a nap, there was still no one in

feeling of not being able to see anything fumbling her way into

Greenfield Gardens, who was this man who had

it Mr P or someone else?

slightly, but

up, she took a deep breath,

He seemed to be asking the chef how to

fumbled her way to the kitchen door, listening to

you sleep a bit

lan,

was racing but she acted

I come help? You can teach me

“Alright

the kitchen, washed her hands, and put a knife

smile, treating this as a playful interaction between them