Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1307

Maja couldn't help but chuckle at the emotion-laden remark. Despite her amusement, she found her interest in Mrs. Sanders, the matriarch of the Sanders family, to be minimal at best.

That evening, as she lay in bed, she snuggled closer into Ian's embrace.

"That Mrs. Sanders probably isn't all that impressive. Judging by how Judith turned out, it's clear she can't tell right from wrong," Maja mused aloud.

Ian, still perusing a document, pulled her in tighter.

"Yeah, your foster mom's the real deal."

It was their first time delving into such topics, and Maja couldn't resist opening up further.

"Of course, my mom is the best woman in the world. When my grandparents used to scold me, she'd protect me fiercely, always comforting me. They wanted a grandson more than a granddaughter, so she endured a lot for my sake."

But how could such a woman be involved with BK?

Maja frowned as she retraced the path of her life's journey, every twist and turn leading her back to Lillian. The time she spent with Lillian may have been brief, but it was always profoundly healing.

Her entire worldview, her values, were inherited from Lillian.

If Lillian was BK's Holy Daughter, why did she entangle herself with an average Joe like Neil? What other secrets lay buried in the past?

Mr. K once told Maja that Lillian was the most formidable hypnotist.

Could the world's greatest hypnotist make someone's memories a mere illusion?

If most of the past was a fabrication, then what? Who was she, really?

The web seemed too vast, and she instinctively grasped Ian's hand tighter.

For a moment, she wished they were just ordinary people.

Or perhaps, she didn't need to care about the outside world's troubles as long as they could live a simple life in their own house.

But Lillian's affairs were her business too, and Mr. K wouldn't let her off the hook.

Ian didn't want to say more, fearing his voice would waver further.

He held her close, whispering his sincere words.

"I love you, only you."

Her heart felt as if it had been struck, turning tender in an instant, and she laughed softly, "Me too."

His kiss followed, sealing their moment.

"Stop, I can't take it," she protested, her voice trembling.

Their next day was just as wild and indulgent.

They awoke in passion and fell asleep in each other's arms, lost in the heat of their love, Maja unaware of how much she had perspired or how many times she had called out his name.

With each gentle response from him, she felt an aching sweetness inside.