Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1880

Curtis couldn't help but beam with joy upon hearing the news, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile.

"That's fantastic! Your mother and I have prepared your dowry, and what's best is that the young man lives just down the block. A mere ten-minute walk and you're home, which is so convenient. It's always better to avoid long-distance relationships; in case something goes wrong, we wouldn't be able to help you as quickly."

Zoey chuckled, "I know, I'm quite fond of him."

That very night, Curtis immediately discussed with Miranda the idea of buying Zoey her own place, preferably in the same neighborhood, to serve as her marital home.

It would be perfect for her and her future husband to live close by, and it would make it easier for them to visit Zoey whenever they wished.

The couple began to tally their savings straight away and decided to inquire about any available properties in the area.

Upon learning that there was a listing available, they planned to view it the next day.

Zoey, however, had a restless night filled with dreams.

In her dreams, there was a blurred face of a man she tried to see clearly, but it remained elusive.

When she woke up, she felt uneasy, rubbing her temples.

The dream was so vivid it left her feeling a touch anxious.

Thankfully, her phone rang at that moment, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was Henry Sullivan, the man she had taken a liking to.

They had met previously at an event. Henry was a piano teacher, with a gentle and elegant demeanor.

Zoey quickly got ready, and by the time she stepped out of her house, Henry's car had been waiting for a while.

She climbed into the passenger seat, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Sorry about that, had a bit of a nightmare and overslept," she apologized.

Henry, hands on the wheel, reached over and offered her a piece of candy.

"Feeling a bit low on sugar? You look a little pale."

Zoey glanced at the whimsical candy, smiled, and slipped it into her purse.

"No, just didn't sleep well."

Henry was dressed in a crisp white suit, his eyes warm and kind.

He was two years her senior, both of them at the age where their families were nudging them towards marriage.

"Zoey, the restaurant I booked is usually packed. You might want to grab a bite to tide you over."

Zoey was familiar with the place he had mentioned – the most famous restaurant in Zion City.

Although Zion City was a secondary town, the restaurant's reputation was known far and wide, attracting food lovers from all over.