Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1243

"Wind, could you keep my secret from the others? The one about me not truly being a Sanders? I'm scared that Dylan won't love me anymore, afraid that Beck would despise me. If this were to happen, I don't think I could go on."

A wave of pity washed over Wind and he gently embraced her.

Judith, seizing this moment, reached out and touched the small braid on his shoulder, "Do you remember this braid? I was the one who told you to keep it. I said it suited you."

"Miss Sanders, I thought you had forgotten."

"I could never forget anything that has to do with you, Wind."

The sincerity in Judith's eyes was evident as she leaned against his chest.

Wind felt a warmth in his eyes, feeling that even if he were to die in this moment, he wouldn't mind.

Yet, at this moment, Judith pleaded with him.

"Wind, will you take care of me in the hospital during this time? Even after I'm discharged, I don't want you to leave my side. I want to see you every moment. From now on, I'm your girlfriend, but our relationship can't be known by others. I'm afraid of the trouble it might bring."

Girlfriend?

Wind thought he was hallucinating. He was always aware of Judith's lofty character. Never did he expect her to say something like this.

An overwhelming sense of joy hit him, leaving him momentarily stunned, unable to think of anything else.

The soft touch of her hand around his waist was something he had never experienced with Judith before, causing a warm sensation to spread throughout his chest.

"Miss Sanders, I love you. I'm willing to always be by your side."

Seeing him calmed down, Judith breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as he didn't tell anyone, everything would be okay.

She began trembling again, the crazy speculation making it difficult for her to remain calm.

If Maja really was a Sanders, what would she do?

She clutched onto Wind's clothes tightly, her face pale.

"Wind, I'm injured because of Maja. I want Dylan to kill her. I'm going to stir up some trouble soon, will you help me? Please."

With those words, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Wind's pupils constricted, and after a moment of surprise, he passionately kissed her back.

An outsider would notice him take a puff, then quietly gaze out through the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him.

In the distance were the bright city lights, vibrant and bustling.

With the cigarette in his fingertips, he flicked the ash off skillfully, then felt something wet on his cheek.

He touched it with his hand, rubbing it between his fingers.

Hearing footsteps from the other side, he quickly wiped his eyes.

The next moment, he saw the female waitress.

She was mopping the floor with her head down, an earpiece in her ear.

"Ian is two meters straight ahead of you. He's crying alone. Have you ever seen his tears, Maja? Seeing him so ostracized, doesn't it hurt?"

Maja didn't reply. When she was taken away earlier, the man had fed her some sort of pill.

He said it was poison, and that she only had an hour to live. If she didn't find him for the antidote within the hour, she would die here.

She might die in front of Ian, and he might not even recognize her.