Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1669

Abner was sharp as a tack, his gaze flitting over Queena before casually retracting.

“Excuse me, do you have a cell phone? I need to contact my people.”

Queena didn’t own a cell phone; she had been completely cut off from the outside world since entering the research facility.

Beside her, Tobias slapped his forehead.

“Dad’s got one, but he’s gone fishing. Won’t be back until tomorrow morning.”

Abner nodded in thanks, “Alright, appreciate it.”

Tobias, looking a bit sheepish, scratched his head, “No worries. You hungry? We’ve got some fish chowder at home. I can bring you some.”

After another word of thanks, Abner, who wasn’t the best at social niceties, closed his eyes.

Queena, having tended to the wounds, was about to leave.

Tobias grabbed her hand, “Queena, why don’t you take a bowl of the chowder back for the man at your place?”

Without thinking, Queena glanced at Abner, then whispered lowly, “Tobias, haven’t I told you not to mention him? Don’t bring him up in front of anyone. Pretend you’ve forgotten all about it.”

Realizing his mistake, Tobias hung his head.

“Sorry.”

Queena patted his head, managing a smile before leaving.

Abner was adept at observing his surroundings. The first step upon waking up in an unfamiliar place was to assess any danger.

There was something off about that doctor.

She seemed frail, but something just didn’t sit right.

Unaware of Abner's wary mood, Tobias brought over the fish chowder and set it beside him.

“Handsome, have at it.”

“You mentioned that doctor’s got someone at home? Someone you don’t know?”

Tobias, still just an eleven-year-old kid with no guile, was initially sworn to secrecy for Queena but crumbled under Abner’s imposing questioning.

“Handsome, my dad will be back tomorrow. You can reach your folks then. But Queena said you shouldn’t move around for a week. Better rest up.”

Abner settled on the bed, closing his eyes.

Meanwhile, Queena returned to her place.

The man lying in her bed wouldn't wake for a while. She had just finished brewing some medicine when footsteps approached outside.

“How long is that guy going to stay in our house? Bringing home any random man, do you ever plan to get married?”

Her father was the one speaking, and ever since Queena's return, he had been quite agitated.

Queena’s education hadn’t cost him a dime; it was crowd-funded by her school teachers.

Ever since she became the city’s top student and got into a prestigious university, he had basked in the reflected glory.

He once despised Queena’s mother for leaving, but now his daughter, who had studied abroad and held respectable jobs, undoubtedly made him feel like he had struck gold.

If she could just snag a wealthy husband, he'd have everything he ever wanted. Who in the village would dare look down on him then?