Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1360

On the bridge where the guardrail had been damaged by a collision, a crowd had gathered.

Some called the police, while reporters swarmed the scene, broadcasting live updates.

Maja had settled into a new car, both she and Phelps soaked to the bone.

Phelps handed her a clean towel and gently dabbed at her head. She was docile, like a well-behaved puppet. In the past, she would have shrugged off any such attention and tended to her own damp locks.

But now, a voice in the depths of her mind hypnotized her, "He won't hurt you. Listen to him."

She leaned back and slowly closed her eyes.

Phelps was close, so close he could count every one of her eyelashes.

After a long pause, he finally spoke.

"Do you seek out Ian because you love him?"

Maja's eyes snapped open, meeting his deep and oceanic gaze.

"Mhm, I love him, love him most of all."

"What if he were to marry another woman?"

"Who? Judith, the faux heiress? Dr. Herrington, didn't you say you knew who the real heiress was? You even brought her here, didn't you? Call Augus now, tell him."

"Maja, there were two car accidents tonight. One involved the car you and I were in, the other was the real heiress's car. I've already given Augus the license plate number and thrown in a paternity test for good measure. Augus is at that crash site right now, and I can't imagine how he'll react to seeing his biological daughter dead, especially since the whole thing was orchestrated by his own son."

Maja's heart skipped a beat. She stared at Phelps for a full ten seconds.

Phelps just smiled, his fingertip grazing her nose.

"What's wrong? Think Dylan got what he deserved?"

Maja didn't realize that with every move he made, he was pushing the boundaries further than before.

He was taming her, acclimatizing her to his presence.

But how could anyone caught in such a web see the situation clearly?

She forced a smile, her gaze drifting out the window, eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks.

"It's just Mr. Sanders is so pitiful. To search for his daughter for so long, only to have their first meeting be a final goodbye."

Phelps watched her profile, his dangling fingers curling slightly.

His eyes churned with emotion for a good ten minutes before he slowly reached out and pulled her into his embrace.

Maja stiffened, then heard his comforting voice.

"Maybe it's all just fate. But Mr. Sanders has been through so much; he'll survive this too."

Maja didn't speak. Something felt off, but what exactly?