Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1374

In the dimly lit basement of an underground fight club, the buzz of hushed conversations and clinking glasses was occasionally punctuated by the roll of dice and the shuffle of cards. Ian sat leaned back in his chair, a concerned crease forming between his brows as he rubbed his temples. The man across from him nodded solemnly before disappearing into the crowd, leaving Ian to ponder his next move.

With a deep breath, Ian pushed through the swinging doors to find Maja, who was still fretting over a lost cell phone. Her eyes widened as she instinctively stepped back when he approached.

"Maja, how about we catch a movie tonight?" he suggested, trying to distract her from her unease.

She nodded, though clearly puzzled by his intentions. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her to the spacious living room. Maja sat perched on the edge of the couch, the vastness of the room amplifying her discomfort.

"What do you feel like watching?" Ian asked.

Maja couldn't decide, her mind a blank. She almost said they should watch whatever he liked, but then realized she didn't know his preferences. Had they ever watched a movie together before?

"I don't want to watch a movie," she murmured.

"What would you like to do, then?"

"I don't know."

Her honesty reflected her current state: lost, as if trapped in a room of chaos with no sense of self.

"Let's go downstairs and have some fun," Ian suggested, leading her back to her room to change.

Descending the staircase hand in hand, Maja saw a sea of faces, most masked, as they stepped onto the bustling casino floor. She clung to Ian, only relaxing when they reached a long, crowded table.

Ian sat down, pulling Maja onto his lap, a pile of chips stacked before him. "Remember when you cleaned up at that game in Greenfield?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied, recalling the time before Ian knew she was his wife, when he was infamously known as an easy mark.

But what happened next? Her memories were foggy, emotions from that time erased, as if she'd been watching someone else's life.

Ian placed her hand over the chips and smiled indulgently. "Back then, you won big, sharp-tongued and clever. Now, I'm giving you the reins. You're good at card counting, right? Help me win a hand."

Ian's hands held her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. Maja's cheeks flushed as she tried to remember her winning strategy, but the knowledge had slipped away, along with the confidence on how to bet.

Her fingers trembled slightly as panic set in, but Ian's grip tightened reassuringly. "Take your time, no rush," he whispered.

The crowd around the table was drawn in by Maja's stunning appearance, but Ian's mask made them hold their taunts. The mask was a symbol known to all in the fight club circles—it meant something. And now, Barlow, who had never publicly shown affection for a woman, was openly cradling one in his arms at the gaming table.