Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 427

Chapter 427 

Maja’s eyes were something else, especially when they turned red at the corners, making her look so pitiful that it tugged at your heartstrings. 

Her face was all grit, teeth clenched, and she was not uttering a word. 

Seeing her like that, you couldn’t help but want to pamper her. 

But Maja had pulled herself together by then, as lan had just transferred a cool four million to her account. 

Four million for a broken heart seemed fair enough. 

She lowered her lashes. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Raymond.” 

She was mad at her own boss, which was kind of messed up. 

They were still in business together, so the customer was always right. 

lan was shocked; this was the first time someone had the guts to treat him like this, apart from his old man. 

But he wasn’t pissed; in fact, he found it quite refreshing. 

Her eyes were filled with fury, and just looking at him made his blood boil. 

He could feel his body tense up. 

He swallowed hard, then pressed her head down and gave her a kiss. 

Maja frowned and turned her head away. 

“Mr. Raymond, are we going for round four tonight?” 

Seeing her joy face, for some reason, made him feel a little down. 

He wasn’t sure if it was because the room was stuffy from the windows being closed, but he was having trouble catching his breath. 

Maja pushed him away and glanced at the painting by the window. 

“Three million, I’ll complete the painting for you.” 

Suddenly, lan was the one left speechless. 

Maja’s thinking was simple: if lan was willing to use his money to make up for things, then she might as well milk him for all he’s worth. 

She wasn’t going to nobly declare that she didn’t need his money because she was strapped for cash. 

Besides, for lan, this was just pocket change. 

lan realized she was in a foul mood, and another round might just tick her off more. 

“Alright, three million it is.” 

Maja took out her own paints and went to fetch some water from the bathroom. 

lan watched her bustling about in the bathroom and took a seat on the couch. 

Maja stood in front of the painting, thought for a moment, and then started painting. 

From where lan sat, he could clearly see her face while she worked. 

Her face was already small, and now, with her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, she looked incredibly serious. 

His gaze swept over her body before returning to her face. 

His body began to heat up, and he started to wonder if he’d been drugged. 

With Maja busy painting and ignoring him, he had no choice but to take a cold shower.” 

When he came out, he saw her tying her hair back behind her ears, probably because she had been in the same position for too long and was stretching her back. 

Her top was a bit short, and when she stretched, a bit of her skin was exposed, and her waist was clearly visible. 

lan, who had just calmed down, saw this and muttered a curse under his breath. He walked over and pulled her into his arms. 

He didn’t hesitate to kiss her. 

Maja struggled, “I’m almost done!” 

“We’ll finish it tomorrow morning. 

“Mr. Raymond,” she said, her face serious, “I think if we sleep together again, there won’t be a tomorrow.” 

lan didn’t expect herto say that, and in such a serious tone, too. For a moment, he felt a mix of amusement and annoyance. Maja slid out of his arms and continued with her remaining work. 

lan went back to the sofa, closed his eyes, and for the first time felt the agony of restraint. 

He took a cup of iced water from the fridge, took a sip to cool himself down, and then couldn’t help but look at her again. He really loved her short hair. 

Maja ignored him, and after finishing her painting, she focused on cleaning her brushes and palette. 

The water in the sink was a rainbow of colors, and she carefully wiped off the paint on her fingers. 

Once everything was clean, she came out of the bathroom to find lan standing in front of the painting, appreciating it without any attempt to hide his admiration 

Maja packed her painting supplies into her bag and then reminded him, “Three million.”