Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 

Maja didn’t expect lan to react to her message, so she just headed off for a shower When she got out and got dressed, all she saw was a message that her 100,000 yuan transfer had been returned, and no other messages from lan 

Maja frowned Did he not want her to pay? 

Even though she knew lan was loaded, he always seemed to give her the cold shoulder. 

To be more precise, they were both cold to each other and weren’t close enough to casually lend 100,000 dollars 

She couldn’t read lan’s mind, and their shared meal was still fresh in her memory She decided to snap a photo of the broken umbrella and send it to him. Then she urged the agent again, hoping they would press the bank to hurry up with the loan so she could get the hell out of Rosewood Manor Dodging him all the time wasn’t the long term strategy. 

By tomorrow night, when lan found out who she really was, he would probably want her gone ASAP. She needed to be realistic. 

lan was just drying his hair when he saw the photo. 

“Okay,” was all he said. 

“Mr Raymond, don’t you want me to pay you back?” 

“Okay” 

Realizing his cold demeanor, Maja didn’t ask anymore. 

“Thank you” 

The conversation was so bland and uninteresting, she just put her phone down and stopped replying. 

Meanwhile, Ian fired up his nearby computer and started reviewing some new files until his eyes landed on a gift box on his desk. It was a present Holden had asked him to give Maja. lan frowned picked up the box and went outside. 

Mana was dusting the villa’s decor. Seeing lan come out, she immediately put down her duster. 

“Mr. Raymond, do you need anything?” 

She didn’t dare neglect him, worried that Maja would get in trouble with Selena again. 

“Is she back yet?” 

lan’s eyes landed on the bedroom at the end of the corridor. 

“No” 

“Give this to her.” 

His tone was flat, he clearly didn’t want to chat. 

Mana quickly waved her hands, This looks expensive, why don’t you put it in Maja’s room and let her know. After all, it’s from Holden. I… 

lan didn’t need to make things difficult for a help, so he just went straight to Maja’s room. 

When he opened the door, a familiar scent wafted out. It was a fresh scent, not perfume, probably the smell of shower gel. 

The room was spotless. He went to the bedside table, about to put down the gift box, when he saw a book about painting.