Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1196

Patric pushed the coffee cup over to her.

"The barista said this is a fresh roast. This place is pretty remote, not many folks come around. Maja, you've really gone to some lengths to keep our rendezvous a secret."

Maja didn’t touch her coffee, her face a mask of cool composure.

"What are you after?"

Patric slowly rose, leaning over the table to scrutinize her face closely.

She was indeed beautiful, her eyes clear as crystal, reflecting his image.

"Maja, it hurts when you talk like that. We used to share everything."

Maja picked up her coffee and splashed it right in his face.

Patric closed his eyes as the liquid streamed down his face.

He didn't seem angry, simply reaching for a napkin to wipe away the coffee stains.

A flicker of disgust passed through Maja's eyes, "Don't speak to me like that, I know you're not him. You're just a devil."

The moment she finished her sentence, her neck was seized in a firm grip.

Patric's grip tightened, his gaze drilling into her.

Watching her frown, the unflinching look on her face, he let out a soft chuckle, leaning in close, his lips just touching her earlobe.

Disgusted, she tried to turn away, but he held her chin firmly in place.

"A devil? Maja, I don't like it when you talk like that."

Maja's chin was nearly dislocated, tears of pain welling up in her eyes.

But they never fell.

Her eyes, misted with the tears, seemed even clearer, like polished glass.

For a moment, Patric was momentarily stunned. By the time he came around, he had already released her.

Realizing Maja was trying to break free, he forcefully pulled her towards him, planting his lips onto hers.

Maja's pupils contracted in shock, her heart racing.

But her chin was held in place again, she couldn't even muster the strength to open her mouth. He held her firmly, a hint of warmth radiating from the corner of his mouth.

She fell numb at that moment, followed by Ian's voice.

"Had enough?"

Maja stiffened, thinking she was hallucinating.

Patric's lips curled up in a smile, his grip on her tightening.

"What can we do, Maja? Looks like Ian found us. Next time choose a different place."

Maja was sweating with anxiety, but she couldn't speak, or move.

Patric gently looked at her, flicking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I better go, you should talk to Ian. Maja, I'll always wait for you. I hope next time we meet, we can have a proper dinner at the old house, not somewhere like this."

With that, he left through the back door.

Maja stood frozen on the spot, listening to the constant flicking of Ian's lighter.

One minute, two minutes, she finally felt her body regain its strength.

She quickly walked towards Ian, but he just looked at her, a smile playing on his lips.

"Maja, nothing to say?"

She didn't resist when Eric kissed her, she didn't resist when he held her, now that Eric was gone, she finally walked to him.

Was he always the second choice where Eric was involved?

Was it the same for him in Maja's eyes?