Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1792

In the evening, Ian changed his clothes and said he wanted to take Maja out for a stroll.

Before Maja could even rise, she heard someone knocking at the living room door. She opened it to find Beck, who was standing there with a grin on his face and clutching a massive box in his arms.

"Maja, it's a Christmas' gift from Dad. I don't even know what it is. Let's open it and see."

Augus had recently held a press conference, visibly pushing through despite his poor health. He needed some time to recover, but remembering that Christmas' Eve in Windhelm was around the corner, he had someone bring over the gift he had prepared well in advance.

Now Maja was not in a hurry to go out. She settled down beside the box and carefully snipped a small opening with scissors.

The box revealed a sparkling figurine, standing half a meter tall, crafted entirely of diamonds, each one a fortune in its own right.

Beck wrinkled his nose after one glance.

"Tacky. I've never seen such a tacky gift in my life."

The figurine wasn't of Maja, but rather a cherubic baby, reminiscent of the vintage Christmas' posters that used to adorn the walls.

The gems shone brilliantly, even dazzling Maja's eyes the moment the box was opened. The rubies that made up the baby's cheeks were a recent acquisition from an auction, and the organizers would surely be livid to see such exquisite gems used in such a kitschy manner.

Maja looked at the gem-made trinket and was at a loss for words.

She suddenly felt that maybe the aesthetic of the wealthy was just like that.

At that moment, Ian descended the stairs and caught sight of the item. His expression was an unfiltered blend of disdain.

"Beck, what is this thing you've brought? Jeff, throw it out; don't let it dirty our eyes."

Beck bristled as if he were a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Fine, Ian, I can't believe you'd say that about this gift! Let me tell you, this was made by a designer my dad commissioned! Each gem is unique. I'll tell him right away what you said and we'll see if your wedding with Maja can proceed smoothly!"

Ian's expression changed for a moment. He moved closer, carefully examined the gem-studded figurine, forcing a compliment, "Actually, if you look closely, it does have its unique charm. My future father-in-law has gone to great effort, and the designer has put in a lot of work."

He said this without a hint of guilt and then said to Jeff nearby, "Later, tweet something nice about it from The Raymond Corporation's official account. My father-in-law probably scrolls through Twitter, right? Make sure to compliment."

The happier the younger generation appeared with a gift, the more pleased the elders felt.

Ian offered a universally acknowledged nugget of wisdom, "You get what you pay for."

Pushing the cart, he saw pretty plates and spoons and put them all into the shopping cart.

"Ian, that's enough. We don't need so much," Maja protested.

There were so many lovely utensils that using a different set each day would still leave them with a month's supply.

The cart was overflowing, and they were just getting started.

Ian spared no expense for their child, from head to toe, eventually requiring security to push the cart.

As they prepared to leave the mall, Maja queried, "Everything you just bought is for a girl. What if we have a boy?"

Ian halted in his tracks, and his face changed instantly. He hadn't considered this, so he turned back, wanting to buy everything again—this time for a boy.

Maja didn't want to bother with it and massaged her temples. "Forget it. Boys can wear dresses, too."