Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1377

So, that's it?

Nothing else?

Maja had expected a torrent of pleas, a desperate bid to mend the rift. But there was nothing.

Just one word from him, with his chin propped up on his hand adorned with twin rings, silently observing her.

Irritation flared within Maja, though she couldn't quite pinpoint its cause.

A tightness gripped her chest. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

She jabbed at the steak on her plate with her fork, her expression icy.

Ian's voice was gentle, "What's wrong, not hungry?"

"Just leave me alone."

After she spoke, her brow furrowed deeper, her thoughts a tangled mess she couldn't seem to unravel.

"Fine, I'll leave you be."

As he said this, he kept his gaze fixed on her.

Feeling pricked by an unseen thorn, Maja stood abruptly, grabbing the tablecloth and yanking it, sending steak, red wine, and candle tumbling to the floor.

Only when the chaos settled did she gasp in shock. What was she doing?

She glanced at Ian, then stormed off to the seventh floor.

She showered alone, dried her hair.

Tossing and turning in bed until 2 a.m., Ian still hadn't come to bed.

Frustration bit at her again, and she kicked off the covers, leaving the room to search for him.

She found him alone on the balcony, smoking, several butts already in the ashtray, his elbow resting on the chilly railing, the cigarette at his fingertips flickering.

Maja watched from behind for a minute before approaching.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Can't sleep."

She eyed his left hand, the one with the rings, her brow knitting together.

"My returned rings, are you going to give them to someone else?"

Ian didn't look at her. "Maybe."

Her irritation surged again, a heavy feeling in her chest, but her mind was too cluttered lately to understand this emotion.

"Marriage is serious, you can't just marry anyone."

Ian raised his hand, patting her head.

"Go back to sleep."

"I'm talking to you. We're discussing our future. You can't just give these rings to someone else, you'll regret it."

Ian slipped the ring off his pinky and held it out to her.

She suddenly felt shy, her cheeks flushing.

"I couldn't possibly accept. I was just keeping it safe. When you find the right person, you can ask for it back."

Ian looked down, took her hand, and slid the ring onto her finger with gravity.

"Okay."

The frustration in Maja's heart dissipated in an instant, replaced by a radiant smile.

"I don't really want it. I just think you shouldn't be so careless. I do love the style of the ring, and it fits me perfectly."

Ian gave a muffled laugh and sighed softly.

"Whatever you say."