Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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lan was a man who preferred to keep to himself, as he was wary of the risks that cwith too many connections. Yet, after

witnessing Quentin's skill in concealing identities, he swiftly changed his mind.

Since his people had infiltrated the island, the actions would be much smoother from here on.

At the dinner table, neither he nor his companion touched their food. They just sat for half an hour before a servant cto show

them to their respective rooms for srest.

Timothy and Ralap had hoped to have a further chat with Quentin, but he brushed them off by claiming fatigue.

As lan passed by Maja's room, he glanced inside. The window had been reinforced, with the curtains drawn shut. Nothing was

visible.

After spending a short while in his own room, he heard the sounds of celebration outside - the clanging of bells and the beating of

drums. Soon enough, there was a knock on his door.

Opening it, he found a servant holding a tray of celebratory sweets.

"Sir, there's a joyous occasion in the house, and the master invites you all to partake in these sweets."

"What's the occasion?"

"Mr. Patric is getting married."

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Married? To whom?

Was it to one of the eligible Bradshaw women?

But it was hard to believe Patric, with his nature, would settle his lifelong affairs so hastily, on an island like this.

A troubling thought crossed lan's mind, but he dismissed it quickly. It wasn't like Patric to pull off something like that.

While Patric's goals were still unclear to him, lan sensed from his past experiences that he wouldn't force Maja into marriage,

especially given her condition. Patric was too proud a man to play the role of a convenient father.

Clutching the sweets, lan frowned with concern.

At Quentin's place, his bodyguard flat-out refused the sweets.

Quentin, not even having seen the sweets, approached the locked room wearing a mask.

He questioned the Bradshaw family's guard standing nearby.

"Who's being kept in here?"

"Mr. Patric's beloved. She's a bit unwell, mentally, so she needs to be confined, or she might wander off."

"So, is Patric marrying her?"

"Yes."

Almost instantly, Quentin was sure that Maja was inside.

He summoned Timothy, with a voice icy cold.

"Open the door."

"Sir, this..."

"Open it."

Timothy, not daring to defy the command, ordered the servant to unlock the door immediately.

Every family head knew of the formidable power behind the Elder. Once, a family of medium repute had defied the Elder, only to

be exterminated within an hour without a trace left behind. The power seemed to spring from the ground itself.

The lesson was clear, and since then, no one dared cross the Elder.

Quentin stepped into the room, which was filled with a sweet aroma.

He looked towards the bed.

There lay a woman, with her hands placed in front of her, seemingly asleep.

It was Maja.

Quentin gestured for everyone to leave, "Step out, all of you."

Timothy hesitated; he was caught between not wanting to offend the Elder and avoiding the wrath of Patric, a man who could alter

the Bradshaw family's fate.

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"Elder, I'll be back in five minutes."

Five minutes was too short for anything significant to happen, so Timothy reluctantly agreed.

Once the door closed, Quentin bent down to check on Maja.

Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open, but that was all.

She lay there, motionlessly, with her gaze fixed on the ceiling like a doll devoid of sensation.

Quentin wanted to call out her name, but hesitated, fearing that she would recognize him.

"Ms. Pennyfeather?" he whispered, altering his voice.

Yet Maja did not respond.

Quentin reached for her arm, finding it rigid as if struck by a paralyzing point.

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