Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1386

Everyone lowered their heads, busying themselves with their meals.

Only Nydia, with an apologetic lift of a glass of red wine, said. "Ian, I'm so sorry."

This morning's breakfast was supposed to be a gathering for internal members to formally introduce Maja into their circle. No one expected such an incident to occur.

Ian let out a slight sign.

"It's not your fault."

Nydia wanted to offer some comfort; after all, having a woman throw juice at him in front of his subordinates must have been quite embarrassing.

But Ian shifted the conversation.

"It's just Maja—she loves me too much to see me get hurt. That's all."

The atmosphere suddenly became charged, as if everyone had been shown up by an unexpected display of affection.

Nydia gripped her wine glass tighter and took a deep breath.

"I never realize you were the lovesick type before."

Ian wiped the juice off his cheek, leaving only three words.

"It’s my wish."

Having said that, he followed the direction in which Maja had left.

Inside, he felt a sense of relief.

Even if Maja had cried her eyes out, she was still on edge. Having witnessed Ian collapsing before her, any little thing might set her off.

Ian had thought through these consequences before making his decision.

He was torn—aching for her, but at the same time, feeling lost.

Love makes one tread on eggshells.

But her fiery outburst was at least better than keeping it all bottled up.

As soon as Ian turned the corner, he spotted the loathsome Patric loitering nearby.

His day was already bad.

His presence just added fuel to the fire.

Ian looked around and finally saw Maja sitting near a window.

Hastily grabbing a fruit bowl from the kitchen, he planned to make some amends.

But before he could get close, there was Patric, sidling up to Maja who was browsing the bookshelf, struggling to reach a book. Patric, playing the gallant, handed her the volume.

Wasn't this the classic scene between the lead characters in a cheesy rom-com?

And to make matters worse, Patric was her first love!

Ian's blood boiled. He strode forward, shoving Patric aside.

Patric felt a sudden stab in his chest—surely an echo of Eric's emotions.

He pursed his lips and walked away.

Ian couldn't have been more pleased. He took advantage of the moment to lean into her, using her lap as a pillow.

His feigned weakness had diffused her anger, and her fingers now gently combing through his hair.

Even knowing he was pretending; she couldn't help but become soften.

She had always known Ian had a way of making her go soft.

On the other side.

When Phelps got the news about the explosion, he thought he'd misheard.

He had muddled Maja's memories, and was sure enough that she couldn't find the place. How had Ian's men found it?

He tapped his fingers slowly on the desk, until he heard Phil from across the table.

"Could it be that Maja remembered?"

"That’s impossible. She'd risked her life to awaken her memories, and Ian wouldn't allow it. I let her go back to break her obsession. Her fixation was to see Ian. But once she saw how mundane life with him would be, she'd yearn for me, long to return. She'd become more obedient than before."

But what exactly had gone wrong now?

A confusion crossed his face.