Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1014

He had never thought of going head-to-head with Eric, even though he did grow up in Eric's shadow. There was a time when he wished to topple Eric from his pedestal, but as the years of youthful folly passed, he found himself indifferent to such ambitions.

Caught off guard by the question, he pondered his response. If Eric's presence indeed threatened his grandfather's safety, he would not hesitate to pull the trigger.

His relationship with Eric wasn't strained. But it wasn't exactly brotherly respect, either.

He glanced down at the message from Maja, the humor that once twinkled in his eyes slowly returning.

He replied to Maja.

[Have you checked my Facebook?]

Maja was currently scrolling through Ian's Facebook.

She had no idea he had taken such pictures, which didn't quite match his image as a CEO.

He looked like a young man fresh in love.

Even a cheesy hand-holding picture was among them. Maja blushed upon seeing it.

However, the sweetness turned bitter as she recalled the past few days' events.

[I have.]

[Anything you would like to say?]

[Good shots.]

Ian’s eyes cooled upon reading this, and he sat up straighter.

Good shots?

An average person wouldn't think that way upon seeing that picture, especially not the person involved in it.

[Nothing else to say?]

Even without being face-to-face with Ian, Maja could imagine his expression.

He would be wearing a cold face, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. If she were beside him, he would give her a dark look, ready to throttle her if she didn't say what he wanted to hear.

Ian waited for three minutes, but no new message came. His mood plummeted.

[Really, nothing else to say? Don't regret it later.]

He sent this message with a tight lip, thinking he didn't need to keep chasing after her. He was ready to delete his Facebook post and pretend it never happened.

But just as he opened Facebook, a new message from Maja came in. It was short and sweet.

[I like you too.]

Then, another message from Maja came.

[Um, I'm still drunk, and I don't want to sober up. Is that okay?]

Ian was always dominant in bed, controlling her and making her talk gibberish.

But now, he was flustered by her few words and didn't know how to respond.

He was initially sitting back in his chair, legs crossed in a laid-back manner. Now, he put his legs down, sat upright, and typed on his phone with a serious expression.

He thought for ten minutes but still didn't know how to reply.

So he turned to Fitch beside him.

"Help me think. How should I reply?"

Fitch frowned and leaned over. Upon reading their conversation, his face darkened.

Were they flirting?

And Ian was still asking how should he reply?

Fitch began to suspect that Ian was deliberately showing off.