Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1089

On the other side of town, Maja had fallen into a restless sleep the previous night and didn't wake until noon.

She looked upwards at the azure sky, and the sun was at its zenith. Holden's funeral must have concluded by now, she thought.

And what about Ian?

Was he really hiding somewhere, like Patric suggested?

Her eyes stung with unshed tears. She should have been by his side at this moment.

The door to her room swung open abruptly as Patric walked in. Seeing the redness around her eyes, he chuckled.

"Worried about Ian, are you?"

Maja's face fell instantly. In Patric's presence, she was like a fortress, unwilling to let any of her emotions show.

Patric noticed this, and his gaze hardened.

"Don't want to talk to me, huh? Too bad. You're stuck with me for the foreseeable future."

He tossed a cup of instant noodles onto the table, his voice icy.

"Eat up. We're leaving soon."

Maja remained silent. Her eating habits had been erratic these past few days.

Patric seemed to enjoy tormenting her, sometimes bringing food, and leaving her to starve, as if he were trying to break her.

Maja lowered her head and finished the noodles. A sharp pain in her stomach followed, causing her to rush to the bathroom to throw up.

Patric stood outside, arms crossed, watching her retch.

"Are you pregnant? Is it mine or Ian's?"

His words made Maja feel even sicker. After she stopped throwing up, she rinsed her mouth and held her stomach.

Patric, misinterpreting her symptoms for morning sickness, continued to taunt her.

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital to check how far along you are? Maybe it was from when we were together. After all, I didn't use protection. I just don't know if you took any contraceptives afterward."

Maja paled. She had indeed forgotten to take any birth control.

She was so flustered at the time and focused on hiding the truth from Ian that she overlooked the most important thing.

Had she gotten her period since then?

She didn't think so.

She held her stomach, feeling lost.

His flight was due in a few hours. How could he take her in this state?

"Can you give her a sedative? I need to get on a plane."

The doctor looked surprised, "Sir, her gastritis is quite severe. If something happens on the plane, it wouldn't be as easy to get help."

Patric's patience was wearing thin. He shook Maja, trying to wake her up.

He suspected she was faking it just to stay in Greenfield.

But her face was so pale, devoid of any color.

After a few shakes, a sharp pain shot through his head.

The doctor was still standing nearby, feeling uneasy as Patric's demeanor changed abruptly.

"Thank you, doctor. Leave the medication here, and I'll make sure she takes it."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief and reiterated his advice.

"Please be careful. It would be very difficult to deal with if this develops into stomach cancer."

Patric nodded, reaching out to touch Maja's hand, but pulled back at the last moment.