Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1478

She let out a sigh, and heard Patric echo it with one of his own.

"Maja, I wanna go home, leave this island, head back to Greenfield Gardens."

With a motherly gesture, Maja shoved a cookie into his mouth.

"Eat up. We'll talk once you've had something in your stomach."

She dared not leave their makeshift shelter under the bridge, especially during daylight. Who knew where those thugs might be lurking?

Escaping with two kids in tow was a fool's errand.

After munching on a cookie, Maja told Quentin to catch some Z's.

But Quentin asked, "You planning on heading out tonight?"

"Yeah, I need to check on those goons from last night. There seemed to be two factions; one after me, the other caught up in some infighting. They probably grabbed Ian, I've got to see what's up."

A flicker of something passed through Quentin's eyes.

Should he stage another drama tonight while she's out?

He'd made contact with his own crew, confirming that last night's villa explosion was the handiwork of K's people.

Forbidden Island was Quentin's turf. Young but savvy, he'd kept it free from K's influence, though K's minions were certainly around.

Probably from the moment Maja set foot here, K's eyes were on her. But out of respect for Quentin's domain, they hadn't made any bold moves.

Impatience nipped at Quentin. He loathed that sanctimonious facade.

The trio holed up under the bridge for the day.

As dusk settled, Maja prepared to leave, instructing Quentin, "If those guys find this place, take Patric and run. Forget about me. You have my number. Call anytime."

"Sure."

Quentin's lips curled into a sinister smile. Tonight would mark Maja's downfall.

Once she was caught and subjected to harsh questioning.

Maja patted Quentin's head, her voice laced with concern.

If trouble didn't come knocking tonight, Patric would continue to be his pawn.

Maja made to leave but paused, turned back, and placed a single piece of candy in Quentin's hand.

"The last one."

Quentin's palm burned slightly at the touch. He instinctively wanted to discard the candy but feared being too obvious.

"Are you treating me like a kid?"

"Aren't you a kid? I'll be back soon. Last night's mess won't repeat itself."

Leaving the candy behind, Maja departed.

She could never have guessed that the troubled youth she'd met was none other than Mr. Gellar from BK. She'd seen his despair, his bitterness, his sense of helplessness regarding his future – she knew it all too well.

She had instinctively come to care for him as if he were a younger brother.

Just like she had, at that vulnerable age of seventeen or eighteen.