Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1549

The engine of the motorcycle hummed to a halt as Maja reached the heart of the city. Cania wasn't known for its skyline; the highest buildings were modest high-rises, topping out at about fifteen floors.

Unbeknownst to her, this was the very district where Ian had set up his base.

The towering structures she could see, dominating the modest cityscape, were part of the community welfare center.

Ian, on the other hand, was already at the airport waiting to pick her up. Her flight had been delayed for hours, and now, to his frustration, it had disappeared from the tracking systems altogether.

After questioning the airport staff, Ian learned that Maja had already taken off on her own.

Cania had a peculiar lack of street cameras, making it nearly impossible to track someone's movements. Ian could only gather that Maja had gotten into a car with another woman, but where they'd gone was a mystery.

Anxiety gnawed at him as he ordered a sweep of the available cameras in the city. Eventually, he spotted a trace of Maja on a street heading towards the city he stayed right now.

Relieved, Ian tried calling her numerous times, but her phone must have died, as it went straight to voicemail each time.

Hurrying back into the city, Ian continued the search. But as the city descended into turmoil, many cameras were out of commission. Finding someone here was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

What irked him the most was Cania's dismal internet penetration rate, less than twenty percent. It meant that the majority of its citizens would never venture into the online world, and he couldn't use advertising to find her like he could on Forbidden Island.

Maja was oblivious to Ian's frantic search. It wasn't until she reached her hotel room that she realized her phone had died.

Fate seemed to have a sense of humor; she and the woman she'd met along the way had booked rooms on the same floor.

The vastness of Cania overwhelmed Maja, and she had no clue in which city Ian might be.

After Maja shared a meal with the woman, her stomach revolted, and she promptly threw up. Accustomed to the rich and varied cuisine at the Sanders' residence, the local fare was too much of a shock to her system.

It wasn't that she was overly delicate; her body had simply grown sensitive with pregnancy.

The woman was concerned when she saw Maja vomit. "Are you okay? Did you get food poisoning? The hotel's food is generally decent; this shouldn't happen."

Maja rinsed her mouth out with water, looking pale. "It's not the quality. I'm just not used to the taste."

"I'll go get you something bland. Just wait here," said the woman, noticing Maja's pallor before quickly heading out the door.

Maja then noticed the woman's sharp and uncompromising air, her gaze lacking warmth—as if her friendliness was a painstaking effort and not her natural disposition.

But Maja wasn't in the mood to ponder these observations; her stomach was still churning.

When the woman returned, she brought with her a bowl of warm porridge and placed it before Maja.