Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 787

Chapter 787 

He picked up his phone, thought for a moment, and decided to call Holden. 

But Holden didn’t pick up. 

lan took a deep breath, went quiet for half a minute, then said to Jeff, “Call the people at Raymond Mansion and tell them I’m coming over for dinner tonight.” Jeff immediately went off to do just that. 

Seven o’clock in the evening. 

lan arrived at Raymond Mansion on the dot. 

Holden was playing chess alone on the sofa, with many pieces already on the board, indicating the game was nearing its end. 

He saw Holden about to move a piece back and couldn’t help but say, “Once a move is made, there’s no taking it back.” 

Unexpectedly, Holden looked up at him. 

“Yeah, once a move is made, there’s no taking it back. So why are you here tonight?” 

He could see right through lan’s intentions. 

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All because he thought Maja would listen to Holden, so he came to seek Holden’s help. 

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lan lowered his eyelashes and placed his gift on the table. 

“Grandpa, this is the painting you’ve always wanted. I had it bought at a high price from abroad.” 

Holden raised an eyebrow and took a look. 

This painting had been in the possession of a collector abroad who was unwilling to sell it. lan had to put in quite an effort to get his hands on it. 

also further proved that he had quite a bit of wealth abroad, so much so that even Holden himself didn’t know how much. 

Holden put the painting down with satisfaction but didn’t mention Maja. Instead, he cheerfully called for the butler to bring out the dinner. 

“It’s nice of you to come back and keep me company tonight.” 

Knowing why his grandson had come back, he didn’t spell it out. 

He had come back from abroad early just to play matchmaker for these two, and what happened? 

lan didn’t cooperate, always refusing to meet Maja and even saying countless times he didn’t like her, even showing strong disgust. 

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Holden had invested a lot of time back then, only for this kid to finally have a change of heart now. 

Too late. 

During the meal, lan dutifully served a bowl of soup to Holden. 

Holden chuckled. “Good boy, at least you know how to show some care.” 

Just as Holden was about to drink the soup, lan began to disclose the purpose of his visit. 

“Remember when Maja saved you and took care of you in the hospital for a while? Grandpa, you have her photos, right?” 

At one point, Holden had said he would show him the photos, saying Maja was especially cute, diligent, and responsible. 

But lan had been so repulsed by this woman at the time that he had refused without a second thought. 

If he had looked at the photos then, he wouldn’t have found out that Penny was his wife until now. 

He regretted it deeply now. 

“Oh, you mean that.” 

Holden, in a good mood, had the butler find the photos. 

A photo was placed in front of lan. 

It was Maja when she first started college, with a high ponytail, looking youthful and vibrant. 

Despite being cold, she always had a smile in front of the camera. Her skin was fair, she was wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, and her lively aura was seemingly about to burst from the photo. 

lan had never seen Maja at this stage before and felt as if his heart had been struck. 

He stared at it for a minute, hearing Holden say, “Maja is very kind. If she hadn’t saved me, I would have died then. She took me to the hospital and took care of me, even asking for leave in front of me. I was thinking then, How nice it would be if this girl was my granddaughter–in–law, beautiful and capable.” 

tan felt a pang in his heart, holding the photo tightly but afraid he might crumple it with his strength, so he slowly let go. 

He turned to the butler and asked, “Do you have scissors?” 

The butler didn’t know what he needed scissors for but quickly brought a small pair. 

So in front of Holden, lan cut the photo directly, even cutting off his own grandpa from it. 

Holden was shocked by his actions, reaching for his cane to hit him. 

“You good–for–nothing! Are you trying to kill your grandpa?” 

lan was hit twice on the back, almost cutting the photo askew, and he couldn’t help but remind him, “Grandpa, you can hit me later; there’s only one photo. If it gets ruined, there won’t be another.”