Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1864

She had a pretty good idea why Ian was sneaking around to see Felix—it was all because of Carol's cold shoulder towards Felix. Ian was just being considerate of her feelings, but his cautiousness was so over the top that it was almost comical.

With a wry smile and a sigh, she realized it was high time for a heart-to-heart with Ian. There was no need for cloak and dagger meetings. The soon-to-be dads should be openly discussing their future parenting plans.

She took a different route home.

Arriving ten minutes after Ian, she barely stepped through the door when he began his interrogation.

"At this hour, you went out alone? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

Maja's heart softened at the memory of his conversation with Felix. She wanted to say something heartfelt, but the words just wouldn't come. Instead, she simply opened her arms and hugged him.

Ian, taken aback by this sudden display of affection, nervously asked, "Is it the baby? Are you not feeling well?"

The due date was fast approaching, and his concern for her was palpable. Lately, Maja had been waking up in the middle of the night, and Ian had been too anxious to sleep deeply.

"It's not about the baby, Ian. I just feel... I'm so lucky to have met you."

It wasn't like Maja to be sentimental. Even after they got together and had a child on the way, she rarely spoke such tender words.

Ian pecked her on the lips. "No, I'm the lucky one, Maja. There's something I've been meaning to say for a long time. I'm sorry. If I'd known then how much I'd love you now, I wouldn't have run away when we got married."

Back then, when the marriage was arranged, and he was ordered to make it official, he practically fled overnight, causing them to miss out on three years together.

Maja chuckled at the thought. A little sentimentality was fine, but too much, and she felt out of her element.

Yawning, Ian quickly changed the subject. "Let's go upstairs and rest. Aren't your feet sore? How about I rub them for you?"

Pregnancy had indeed taken its toll on her feet.

Maja's voice continued, "Was it you who found him the stylist? I remember you know them, right?"

He tensed, thinking she was about to call him out. But then she shifted gears.

"It's good, really. As long as he's willing to put in the effort with Carol, we can let bygones be bygones."

Why keep stirring the pot at this point?

Besides, Carol was already halfway to caving in, and full capitulation seemed inevitable. There was no need to create more obstacles between them.

Ian breathed a sigh of relief and confessed, "Yes, it was me. He said he wanted to make Carol happy."

"At least he has some conscience," she replied.