Remarry Missions: Catching My Naughty Ex-Wife

Chapter 18

Chapter 18 I’m Married Damara tucked the hair in front of her forehead behind her ear, her eyes bright and clear. With a hint of a smile, she enunciated as she took the initiative to extend her hand. “Mr. Robinson, let me reintroduce myself. I’m Penny, an interior designer, and the work you’re holding is my design.” Abner’s footsteps froze, and he paused, thinking he might hear it wrong. Damara noticed he didn’t shake her hand and smoothly withdrew her Own. “I’ve wanted to talk to you about it before, but it seemed you weren’t interested. Now that you still have my design, may I ask if you’ve changed your mind?” She said smoothly. “If so, I believe I have a chance to compensate you.” Abner had lived for over twenty years and had never faced a similar situation. An interior designer? He glanced down at the item in his hand; indeed, the photo was signed by a designer named Penny, along with a phone number.

Penny. Thinking back to their conversations since they first met, his frown deepened. So, it was all a misunderstanding from the beginning? Chapter 18 Im Mamed 40 Vouchers His face darkened, and he held the photo between his fingertips as he turned and sat back on the nearby couch. There was a knock on the door, and Matt’s voice came from outside, “Sir, I’ve brought you the women’s clothing.”

Damara quickly realized that the clothing was probably for her. Matt was about to knock on the door again when the door opened from the inside, revealing a woman wrapped in a towel, completely soaked. A hint of astonishment flashed in Matt’s eyes. After the interrupted meeting, many people were curious and asked who the woman next to the president was, so they wouldn’t accidentally offend her. Matt was also in the dark but had heard the gossip that the woman had called Mr. Robinson “honey.” He was momentarily stunned and then hastily handed the bag over while sneaking a glance inside. He saw Abner sitting leisurely on the couch, his suit slightly disheveled, giving off a post-intimacy vibe. Matt quickly averted his gaze and heard Damara say, “Thank you.” Then the door closed. Damara turned around and looked at Abner. “Mr. Robinson, please wait a moment.” She entered the bathroom. The hotel bathroom had one side with frosted glass, with light inside that allowed the shadows to be seen. Abner leaned back, and when he glanced up, he saw her seemingly taking off the last piece of clothing. His gaze trembled as he felt a bit embarrassed, and he quickly looked away. Chapter 18 I’m Married 40 Vouchers Damara changed into new clothes, tossed the towel into the laundry basket, and walked out. Matt had prepared a set of G-brand women’s casual outfits from the latest season, which complemented her fair skin. Damara still held the card in her hand. “I don’t know how much this outfit costs, but the card should have enough money. Thank you, Mr. Robinson.” Abner raised his head and locked eyes with her, trying to discern the emotions hidden in her gaze to see if she was performing an act again. However, her candid movements and avoiding getting too close to him indicated she didn’t want further entanglement. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

For some inexplicable reason, this realization made Abner feel somewhat upset. “Take a seat,” he said in a flat tone. “So, Payne introduced you to me because of the A&U Villa?” A hint of surprise flickered in Damara’s eyes. “What else could it be?” Abner’s lips tightened as he recalled the night she mentioned being in this field for three years, and now he understood that she was referring to interior design. With the misunderstanding cleared, his mind flashed back to that bloodstain on the bedsheet that night, and now, looking at her, he felt an inexplicable mix of emotions. Damara maintained a strictly professional demeanor. “Mr. Robinson, about the A&U Villa…” Before she could finish, he asked, “Was it your first time at the 12:451 Chapter 18 Im Married Robinson Family’s banquet?” 18 My Mary Damara’s heart sk ipped a beat, she was afraid he might say something about being responsible, so she quickly refuted, “No, it wasn’t.” She smiled and added, “I forgot to tell you, I’m married, “