Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1685

Maja's eyes suddenly brimmed with tears as she placed Beck's hand against her cheek without uttering a word.

Beck, feeling even more guilty, cleared his throat awkwardly, "I'll take care of this for you, don't worry about Queena. As long as Ian pulls through, that's what matters, right?"

The more he spoke, the less convinced he sounded.

There were two reasons for his unease, firstly, he had concealed the fact that Ian was still alive, and secondly, he had let Queena get away.

Ian had been laid up for another whole day.

When he awoke, the room was bathed in sunlight.

Turning his head, he saw Maja lying beside him.

Maja was sleeping soundly, her hand tightly clutching his.

They were in the master bedroom of Greenfield Gardens, a place he knew all too well.

A wave of tenderness washed over him, and he felt little desire to get out of bed.

He tried to pull his hand free, but Maja's grip was firm, and her eyes were still red, likely from crying.

His heart ached with a mixture of pain and tenderness as he drew closer, enveloping her entirely in his embrace.

When Maja woke with a start, her immediate concern was to check on Ian's health.

"I'm really okay," he insisted.

But Maja wouldn't hear of it and proceeded to give him a thorough examination right there on the bed.

His injuries had mostly healed, but the issue of being poisoned was something that wouldn't resolve anytime soon.

Ian looked fine on the surface, but he was biting the inside of his cheek to carry on a normal conversation, the itch in his bones being an excruciating torment, soon causing a thin sheen of sweat to form on his forehead.

He got up and, with a soothing rub on Maja's head, headed into the bathroom for a shower.

His whole body was clamoring for something, a craving that was hard to ignore.

If it hadn't been for Beck revealing the truth, he would never have believed someone could be crazy enough to use her own blood to make the poison.

After the shower, he splashed his face with cold water and took a deep breath. When he stepped out, he appeared as serene as a clear sky after a storm.

That evening, a few of Ian's friends arrived at Greenfield Gardens.

The place had been given a festive makeover, ostensibly to welcome Christmas.

The sight of it had lifted Maja's spirits, and she was bustling around, ignoring Ian's attempts to slow her down.

When Fitch and the others showed up bearing gifts, they were greeted by the festive decoration.

Once inside, they found the house warmly adorned with ornaments.

Tyler and Fitch arrived together, each carrying gifts.

Her arms were laden with gifts, and her eyes lit up when she saw Maja.

"Congratulations! These are for the baby."

The gifts were an assortment of baby clothes for all seasons, thoroughly prepared.

Carol handed the gifts to a servant and strode over to Maja for a tight hug.

Then she turned to Ian with a slight twist of her lips, her next words coming out a bit begrudgingly.

"Congrats, Mr. Raymond. Looks like you're getting back with your ex."

That was a classic case of bringing up a sore subject, and although Ian wanted to retort, he didn't want to spoil the mood on such a happy evening.

Carol was obviously in a foul mood, what with the gossipmongers in the industry likely having a field day with Maja's premarital pregnancy, not to mention the whole Zoey debacle making her irritated with all the men in this room.

After delivering her gifts, Carol squeezed in beside Tyler.

Knowing Carol was going through a rough patch, he quickly poured her a drink.

"Congrats on your release, too. Can't believe Mr. Brown actually let you go," he said.

That comment made Carol's expression darken.

The rest of the group shot Tyler a look, silently acknowledging that he was still the master of backhanded compliments.