Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

lan remained silent, a wave of annoyance washing over him. Yesterday, her dog had caused him

trouble, resulting in a confrontation with a stranger. And now, in the dead of night, she had managed to

splash paint all over him as if it were some kind of joke. Only when Maja saw his icy expression she

realized this was all too real.

She knew she messed up and could only hurriedly ask, “Mr. Raymond, do you have a change of

clothes? Let me wash the dirty one for you.”

lan glanced at the paint palette in her hand and took a few steps away. Maja stood there, regret

gnawing at her, wondering why she always seemed to encounter him in these unfortunate

situations.

After noticing she hadn’t followed, lan turned back and said, “Aren’t you going to wash my clothes?

Since you’re the one who made them dirty, you should take responsibility.”

Maja hurried to catch up. “I’m not trying to dodge responsibility.”

“8,000.”

lan stated calmly, his gaze fixed on her.

Maja initially didn’t understand the significance of the number, but then it clicked. That was the price of

the shirt. Taken aback, she had never worn anything so expensive in her life. She wondered if it could

even be cleaned…

Feeling guilty, she could only whisper, “I’ll be very careful when I wash it.”

lan, seeing her timid demeanor, was reminded of her other side – the one that was bold and

provocative at the poker table against Kurt Gallegos. His eyes narrowed slightly.

As he returned to his room, the nearby Jeff, hearing the commotion, was about to greet him. But seeing

Maja behind him, he quickly found an excuse to leave.

As lan entered, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to Maja.

Just as Maja stepped inside, she was hit in the face with the shirt.

Flushing, she quickly removed the shirt and glanced around the room. Then her eyes stopped.

lan had been wearing only a shirt, and now that it was off, his upper body was exposed. His back was

turned to her, showing off his well-toned physique, including his long legs. From an artistic perspective,

this was perfect proportions.

Her gaze rested on his back, where even his shoulder blade lines looked exquisite, like they were

meticulously carved.

She couldn’t help but sigh. This man was truly blessed by the heavens.

Just as lan was about to grab a new shirt, he felt a burning gaze on him.

Frowning, he turned to look at Maja.

Her gaze was still on his waistline.

His physique was even better than top male models.

She was so entranced, already thinking about how to sketch him.

Then she heard a deep voice ask, “Do you like what you see?”

This wasn’t the first time lan had asked this, he had said the same when Maja was staring at his hand.

Maja, being honest, nodded. To be precise, he was a great model to sketch.

Seeing her sincerity, lan felt somewhat pleased.

But the thought of her being married made this behavior unsettling.

He quickly put on a clean shirt, his tone turning cold.

“Aren’t you leaving yet?”

Maja snapped back to reality and realized she should go.

“Alright, Mr. Raymond, you should get some rest.”

lan had no interest in why she was here. Now, he had lost his interest in going out.

As Maja held the shirt, about to leave, but she noticed him occasionally rubbing his temples. Since she

met him, he had been doing this, and the shirt in her hands carried a strong scent of alcohol. She

guessed he must have had too much to drink and was now suffering a headache.

Back when the Pennyfeather family was just starting, Neil Pennyfeather often had to drink for social

occasions, always coming back with a headache. At that time, her mother would massage his head to

make him feel better.

After her mother passed away, she was the one who took over this task. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Out of habit, she blurted out:

“Mr. Raymond, do you need me to massage your head?”