Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

That night’s scene floated back into his mind.

He remembered the two dimples on her back, located just above her sacrum, on either side of her

spine. These dimples, known in the art world as “Venus Dimples, were considered one of the most

enticing features of the human body.

Now, Maja was standing before him. Her figure was elegant, slightly leaning forward. This posture

reminded him of that night when he held her waist tightly. lan’s eyes flickered, and his throat bobbed.

The air was thick with sexual tension, Maja’s hand gripping her paintbrush, her body warming up

She heard his footsteps getting closer, a wave of heat washing over her from behind. She tensed up

but lan just walked past her, picking up another paintbrush.

His chest lightly brushed against her back, separating immediately after.

But that warmth seemed to seep through their clothes and into their skin.

Maja stood frozen, watching lan dip his brush into her palette and make a few strokes on the wall

He didn’t ruin the painting. His idea perfectly aligned with Maja’s: she had planned to paint that area the

same way.

She quickly pushed away her other thoughts, continuing to paint calmly.

Perhaps lan was just trying to warm his hand, so he put down the brush after a few strokes.

“Mr. Raymond, it’s late. Don’t you plan on getting some rest?”

“Ive got a headache.”

Maja said nothing further, quietly calming her emotions, and focusing on the unfinished part of the

painting.

An hour later, she couldn’t help but glance back.

lan was gone. The room was empty.

She breathed a sigh of relief, her painting speed picking up.

She worked until seven in the morning, finally finishing. Maja felt so tired she was swaying on her feet.

She set her paintbrush and palette aside, knowing someone would clean up later, and went back to her

room exhausted.

After a quick shower, she collapsed onto her bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

The painting on the white wall was completed, and the staff at Riverside Haven had begun their work.

lan fmished his company’s business for the day and heard a knock on the door. Jeff was inviting him to

dinner.

lan stepped out of his room to see several leaders waiting outside.

They exchanged a few words, then mentioned they received a batch of high-quality fish in the middle of

the night and wanted to treat him, their esteemed guest. lan had no choice but to follow them.

As they made their way towards the dining hall, they inevitably passed by the wall adorned with the

painting. One of them stopped, unable to resist praising it.

“Mr. Raymond, do you like this painting? You mentioned yesterday that this white wall was too plain, so

we invited a student from Arcadia School of Modern Art. It’s amazing she finished it in one night.”

Upon mentioning Maja, all the leaders wore contented smiles.

“That girl is truly exceptional. Her mother passed away, and her father runs a company and doesn’t

have time to take care of her, so she came here for high school. We didn’t expect her to be the only

student in the county to get into Arcadia School of Modern Art.”

The leader speaking was in his fifties, now truly hoping to do something for Crystalbrook Valley before

retiring.

So, of course, he was a little flattering in front of a businessman like lan. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

lan mentioned the wall was plain, so he immediately had someone come to decorate it.

lan smiled, his demeanor casual yet captivating.

“It’s a great painting, worthy of the Arcadia School of Modern Art’s reputation.”

The leader’s smile deepened at lan’s words. It seemed he had chosen the right man for the job.

“If Mr. Raymond wants to meet her, I can have someone call her right now.”

“No need

He guessed she probably didn’t sleep last night.