Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1275

Dylan felt a jolt of regret, wishing he could undo his past actions. Now, dealing with a deaf and blind woman who couldn't even write was a huge challenge. The only option seemed to be making the trip to Greenfield himself.

But time was of the essence. Judith had been missing for over twenty-four hours and there was no telling what she was going through.

He felt a mix of rage and helplessness.

"Eric, I need you to use Maja to get information about Judith from Ian. If I don't find Judith soon, she's done for," he said, a sense of desperation and anger in his voice.

Patric, on the other end of the line, didn't react much to Dylan's panic. Maja was equally unfazed. She didn't have a shred of sympathy for Judith and hoped something bad would happen to her. She wanted Dylan to get his comeuppance.

Wouldn't it be great if Judith wasn't really a Sanders? Dylan would be crushed and that thought brought a smile to Maja's lips.

"What are you smiling at?" Patric asked, noticing her grin.

Her smile vanished, replaced with a blank expression as she turned her face towards the direction of the breeze.

Patric's face darkened. "Why do I get the feeling that you're in a good mood today?"

Maja ignored him. This was their usual dynamic, after all.

Patric felt a wave of annoyance. "There's a woman who looks a lot like you hanging around Ian lately. She's his new favorite. Rumor has it they spent three days and nights together in a hotel. What do you think they were doing?"

Maja didn't react to his attempts to stir up trouble. However, she had smelled a faint hint of perfume on Ian the day before. By the time he came to see her again, it was gone. He must have changed his clothes on purpose.

"Maja, when I proposed to you, my parents were thrilled. They've decided to start planning the engagement party. What do you think?"

Maja's eyes flashed with mockery. She was curious about Patric's true intentions.

Perhaps Ian had made the right choice by staying here. She could find out what Patric was up to.

Patric punched the wall a few more times, his knuckles bleeding.

"Are you influencing me, Eric? When will you finally disappear?" he yelled, getting no response.

It seemed like Eric had disappeared. But Patric knew better. There was still a trace of him left.

He took a deep breath, grimacing as he tended to his wounded hand. Maybe he really should kill Maja.

Meanwhile, Ian stood quietly around the corner, listening to Patric's rant and the sound of his fist hitting the wall.

Ian raised an eyebrow as another low growl came from Patric.

"I am not your second personality, Eric. If you don't disappear for good, I swear I'll kill Maja."