Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

She was soaked to the bone with mulets of water dripping from how long has Her bare feet were on the

floor and her ankles were as straight as a pin Her toes we plump and far Her nails were really tammed,

and unconsciously curled dun la nivousness

Ian shot her ameaningful glance, then shut down his computer priored and said, “Hubby? Not bothering

in hide your thoughts now, am you?”

She noticed where his gaze landed and looked down at herself. Ender the light, the outline of her

underwear was clearly visible Her usually pale face tumed as red as a beetroot in an instant, and the

bolted back into the bathroom like a scared rabbit

lan had no interest in entertaiming for little show anymore He grabbed his laptop and same documents,

ady to make his eat but a picture follout of the folder and onto the floor Befom he could pick it up, the

bathroom door swung open There were no fresh clothes for her la change into, and Maya could only

wep herself a towel Her wet hair was bed up, exposing her entim face, and her demeanor was much

more reserved than before.

“Mr Raymond, I deeply regret what happened,” she sad

She bent down to relieve a prep and card arrange a new room for you and I’m willing to compensate

you for all the mentaldstress you’ve undergone.”

lan had come to her rescue, only for her to lum on him. It was already magnanamous of him to tolerate

such insolence from a woman he didn’t even like

Mental distress compensation lan repeated, making sure he heard conectly

Majas hand Ightened around the towel she was clutching due to her unease, causing it la wrinkle, She

looked up at lan Their eyes met, and she forgot what she was going to say next. The memory of her

forcing a kiss on him flashed across her mind, and she felt her cheeks bum The only thing that made

her breathe a sigh of relief was that, given his reaction, he probably didn’t know who she was yet.

Do you think I’m short on cash? Or did you say that to get my attention?” lan looked her up and down.

“What makes you think you’re my type?”

Earlier in the day on the golf course, she had the audacity to tell Kurt she was the wife of the CEO of

the Raymond Corporation. Now she wished she could deny any connection with him. Her acting skills

were laughably poor. He didn’t want to stay in this room any longer than necessary He bent down and

calmly picked up the picture from the floor The last one, however was by Majas foot.

Maja stepped back and picked it up for him. Just as she was about to hand it over she saw the content

of the pikture and a look of surprise crossed her eyes. Wasn’t this thevilla she had designed? She was

somewhat laken aback, so she held onto the picture and didnt hand to lan night away

Noticing that she was staring blankly at the picture, lan frowned.

Catching the chill in his eyes, Maja quickly snapped back to reality and handed him the picture. It’s only

natural that you’v

In me, bull was in the wrong tonight. If possible I hope to compensate you for your loss in other ways.”

She had never thought she would have any deep relationship with him, so his harsh words didn’t offend

her. They just made her feel a bit embarrassed. She relaxed slightly and regained her composure In Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

other ways? What could that be?

Ian shot her a cold glance, took the picture from her without changing his expression, and turned to

leave. But then she asked, “Are these photos from Mr. Elston?

Ian hadn’t expected her to try to keep him there at this moment. He couldn’t help but laugh softly, a

scomful look in his eyes. Don’t tell me you’re friends with this designer and want to recommend him to

me.”