Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1370

Maja's wrist was gripped tightly until she was seated in Ian's car.

"Slam!"

He shut the door forcefully, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her with fervor.

Maja considered her options briefly before turning her head to avoid the kiss.

Ian felt as though his heart was catapulted into the sky, only to be cruelly slammed back down to earth.

His hands clutched the steering wheel with a death grip, his breathing shaky and rapid from the abrupt rush of emotions.

He had no idea what kind of game Phelps was playing or why the man had suddenly decided to release Maja, acting as if he held all the aces.

Seated in the passenger's side, Maja stared straight ahead, her hands involuntarily clasping the seatbelt.

A person who had been breathing in fumes of drugs, one who had been deeply hypnotized without their knowledge, felt a profound unease upon leaving the protection of someone they thought was safe.

Ian sensed something was off with her, but he was desperate to take her to the underground fight club.

He floored the accelerator.

Three hours later, the car pulled up at the grand entrance of the fight club.

He scooped Maja into his arms and strode past the ornate, black-and-gold pillars.

Maja remained silent, clinging tightly to his neck.

The roar of the crowd and the animalistic shouts rang in her ears.

She buried her head in his chest as the discomfort seemed to claw out of every pore.

Ian's palm gently patted her back until they reached the exclusive seventh level.

Maja was greeted with opulence beyond description; it was a corner of the world dripping in luxury, where the richest colors converged.

Ian placed her on the plush sofa next to him, and without hesitation, pressed down on her.

As she mentioned Phelps, her eyes softened.

Ian felt his heart shatter under her gaze.

"So, you're grateful to him, fell for him?"

"I didn't."

Maja felt flushed, an urge to push him away rising within her.

But Ian held firmly to her hands, bringing them to his lips to nibble.

"No, when you talk about him, you look so tender, but with me, you're so calm. Don't you love me anymore?"

He could endure anything, but not this.

No wonder Phelps was so smug; he knew that returning a Maja who didn't love Ian was the greatest torment for Ian himself.