Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1471

After scrubbing his hands clean multiple times, ensuring not a trace of grime remained, he finally stopped and looked up at his reflection in the mirror.

The face staring back at him still held the visage of youth, yet there was a harshness and cunning in his eyes that belied his tender years.

The sound of Maja's voice drifted in from the living room, prompting him to hurry out.

The doctor had just finished stitching up Maja's wound. The power was still out, leaving a single candle burning on the coffee table as the sole source of light.

Packing up his medical bag, the doctor cast a final, knowing glance at Quentin before departing.

Quentin sat on the couch, his peripheral vision locked on Maja.

Lately, Maja had been worried sick about Ian, and tonight's injury had only added to her stress. She was slumped over on the central sofa, dozing in and out of consciousness.

The dim candlelight was insufficient, but Quentin could tell she was likely feverish, probably in shock from the accident.

Her heavy breathing was the only sound filling the living room.

He reached for a syringe from the side table, grabbed her wrist, and was about to inject her when a burst of gunfire erupted outside, shattering the silence like a sonic boom.

Maja's eyes snapped open in an instant.

The syringe in Quentin's hand rolled onto the floor, and with a swift kick, he sent it skittering under the couch.

"Maja, you seem to be running a fever," he said with feigned concern.

She got up, pushing him towards the adjacent room.

"You and Patric hide in here. I'll go check things out. Don't you two come out until I come back for you."

Quentin caught her hand, a shadow of malice briefly crossing his brow.

He had no idea what was happening outside. This wasn't part of his plan.

"Maja, Forbidden Island is a no-gun zone. It's dangerous out there."

She placed her hand over his, patting it reassuringly. "It's okay. I'll just take a quick look and be right back. Stay hidden."

Maja stepped out of the living room into the chaos beyond. The entire island was blacked out, making it impossible to see clearly, but several powerful beams of light pierced the sky, followed by the terrifying sound of gunfire.

On Forbidden Island, guns were restricted to the elite few, and it seemed that tonight, nearly all the higher-ups on Middle Island had been stirred into action.

What in the world had happened?

Her brow furrowed as she contemplated investigating further, but then the sound of crashing vehicles halted her.

She cracked the door open and was met with a barrage of curses. She spotted a shadowy figure in a cloak that concealed almost his entire body, except for a pair of black boots.

The distance was too great to discern his height, but the man caught in the vehicle's headlights was clear to see. That silhouette—it looked so much like Ian.

Maja's body tensed, and she almost stepped outside without thinking.

But then a group of men, radiating an aura of deadly intent, emerged. They injected the cloaked man with something, causing him to collapse. They then bound him aggressively.

The light was blinding, and Maja could hardly see anything beyond a fleeting shadow, but that fleeting glimpse was eerily reminiscent of Ian.