Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1263

His mind abruptly flashed back to the scenes of the two of them quietly working in this study. The only sound in the room was the tapping of the keyboard.

In the middle of a meeting, he would often turn his head and see her, propped up by one hand, staring quietly at the documents with a cool and obedient demeanor.

His heart felt as if it had just been singed, and his fist clenched tightly.

The events of this morning were absurd. Since waking up, he had spent the entire afternoon feigning calm.

He had already been used as a stand-in, and didn't want to make a further fool of himself.

Now, in the quiet of the night, he felt a dull ache in his heart as he looked at everything before him.

He slowly settled into her chair and leaned on the desk.

Her chair was a bit smaller than his.

Despite her calm demeanor, she had a fondness for the cute things often loved by young girls, so the cushion on her chair was pink.

She had picked out the design herself online. Worried that it would take too long to arrive, Ian had Jeff buy one from the store. In less than an hour, it was in front of her.

She used it that night, praising the softness of the cushion and even asked if he wanted one.

He could never want such a pink thing.

Ian laid his head on the desk, his breathing became heavy, and after a short while, his shoulders began to shake slightly.

Outside in the corridor, the servants were still busy throwing everything away.

Maja curled up on the couch by the window. The window was open.

To prevent her from escaping, Patric had the window barred with several steel rods.

She could feel the night wind but could only extend one hand out.

The wind blew on her cheeks, causing her forehead to bead with sweat.

Her throat hurt, a burning pain, as if something was searing inside.

She overheard Dylan and Patric's conversation. Dylan wanted to render her mute.

Since drinking that concoction, her throat had swollen to the point where she could no longer speak.