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?”

some work to take care of

go

of his waist, listening to the

The room was filled with the same scent, a fragrance everywhere

grazed the floor, her

knew every detail by heart, especially

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

trips to Crystalbrook Valley for this batch of wood

was in was very similar to

bed, the details of the

find, but the

Greenfield Gardens, someone had created a house similar to

just met was not lan, but someone pretending to be

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

a moment, her complexion changed, but she

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

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

had no choice but to lie down on

from a nap, there was

being able to see anything fumbling her way

the bathroom was identical to Greenfield Gardens, who was this man

it Mr P or someone

but she had to

took a deep breath, fumbling her way downstairs

He seemed to be asking

kitchen door, listening to him

sleep

like lan, even

was racing but she

cooking? Can I come help? You

“Alright

took her by the hand slowly led her into the kitchen, washed her hands, and put a knife in her hand

curled into a smile, treating this as a playful interaction