Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1101

Pearson was at his wits end, clutching at straws.

When he had been impersonating Ian to write letters to Judith, he never imagined he'd face her at the final hour.

So, he had pinned his hopes on this woman to save him from prison in light of the letters he had written her.

"Ms. Sanders, I was the one who wrote those letters, the one who mimicked Ian's handwriting. I know it was wrong, but when I met you overseas, I fell for you at first sight. I feared you wouldn’t accept me for who I was, so I pretended to be Ian."

A flicker of disgust crossed Judith’s face, and she had suspected something was off about those letters since she arrived in Greenfield.

Ian had been too indifferent towards her, nothing like the caring and considerate person in the letters. But she had no idea this man before her was the one who had written them.

She quickly moved to hide behind Ian, whimpering his name, “Ian.”

Clearly, she pretended not to hear what Pearson had said.

To her, he was a defeated man without any right to desire her.

A smirk played on her lips as she took that chance to get closer to Ian.

Pearson's hope began to fade as he saw her reluctance to help him. He began to curse,

"I was the one who wrote those letters to you, who cared for you. Don't you have any feelings for the one who wrote those letters?"

Judith’s expression turned cold, “Feelings? I met Ian long ago in North America and fell for him then. Had I known the letters weren't from him, I wouldn’t have responded.”

Pearson froze. Despair filled his eyes.

He looked around, desperate for someone who could save him.

Where were the people who had promised to help him escape tonight? Why were they so late?

He stood up, staggering to leave, but Ian’s comment stopped him in his tracks, “Embezzling public funds, you’ll probably spend the rest of your days in prison.”

Those words shattered Pearson completely, and he swept all the drinks off the bar in fury.

It was then he noticed a pregnant woman sitting not far from him. Her belly was large, clearly several months along.

But he had no time to study her. He pointed at Ian, “Ian, don't get too cocky! You stole this position from Eric. If there’s any justice, Eric should be alive and take everything you have. Ian, you'll never measure up to Eric!”

But that wasn’t her concern. Just as she was about to reach for Ian's hand, footsteps sounded behind her, and a group of thugs surrounded her.

"Hey, pretty lady, came to the bar alone, did you? Want to join us for some fun?"

Judith’s eyes lit up, and she wasn’t alarmed, instead, she turned to Ian with a whimper, “Ian, help.”

The men thought she was joking and burst out laughing. One of them reached out to touch her face.

"Back off, do you know who I am?"

She raised her voice, knowing Ian would come to her rescue.

Even if Ian didn't fancy her yet, he wouldn't let anything happen to her, not while she was still weak from being hospitalized.

“Ian, help!”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Ian turned around and kicked one of the men hard.

The thug flew several feet away, coughing up blood.