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?”

I have some work

go

waist, listening to the sound of his

frowned, inhaling deeply. The room was filled

her fingertips grazed the floor, her body stiffened.

was her design, she knew every detail by heart,

she had personally found in Crystalbrook Valley, a

several trips to Crystalbrook Valley for this batch

in was very similar to Greenfield Gardens

comfort of the bed, the details of the

international brands were easy to find, but the wooden

a

she just met was not lan, but someone

was identical to lan’s, but with an artificial, deliberate

her complexion changed, but she continued to explore the

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

of the floor, she would never have discovered

had no choice but to lie

a nap, there was still no

not being able to see anything fumbling her

identical to Greenfield Gardens, who was this

Mr P or

shaking slightly, but she

took a deep breath,

kitchen. She heard lan’s voice. He seemed to be asking the chef how to chop

fumbled her way to the kitchen door, listening to

you sleep a bit

lan, even his pauses were identical

racing but she

I come help? You can teach me

“Alright

into the kitchen, washed her hands, and

into a smile, treating this as a playful interaction between