Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1550

He didn't say a word, just marched over to her suitcase in the room, grabbed her hand, and headed straight out the door.

At that moment, Maja's phone buzzed again, but she paid it no mind, her thoughts whirling around how Ian had shown up so unexpectedly.

Her mind was a mess, and since he wasn't speaking either, she, feeling guilty, stayed silent as well.

Plus, she'd had a bout of stomachache earlier, and she wasn't feeling her best.

It wasn't until she was about to get into the car that her phone rang once more.

Her luggage had already been stashed in the trunk, and Ian had gone to the driver's side, while Maja stood outside to take the call.

"Maja, where are you? Didn't I tell you not to wander off?"

She stiffened, her mind suddenly sharp as a tack. What did he mean?

"Ian?"

"Yeah."

Ian sounded frantic. "Why aren't you in your room? Where did you go?"

Panic gripped her, and she instinctively stepped back.

The twilight obscured her vision, allowing her to see only the silhouette of the man in the car.

Even with her newfound clarity, the man seemed so much like Ian.

She felt as though she had been pricked by a thorn, retreating several steps back to the hotel entrance.

The man in the car turned then, staring at her.

Not just the profile, but even the full face bore a strong resemblance to Ian.

Ian and his actual brother, Patric, shared only a slight resemblance, but this man in the car could pass for Ian about seventy percent.

He kept his gaze fixed on her, eventually revealing a sly grin.

A cold sweat broke out on Maja's back until the real Ian grabbed her hand from behind.

But the car was already pulling away, her suitcase gone with it.

Thankfully, it contained only a few simple items of clothing.

The warmth of the hand gripping her wrist was so distinct, it chased away the chill inside her.

Yet she was still terrified.

She dared not tell Ian what had happened, as she had come here secretly. If Ian found out, he would surely send her back immediately, and she didn't want to go.

Ian held her hand, his voice tinged with relief and fear.

"Why did you come down here on your own?"

"I just needed some air."

"Maja, I'm staying here with you, and Dylan will be joining us later. You can't wander off anymore, stay by my side, okay?"

Having been frightened out of her wits, Maja was now completely sober and instinctively hugged Ian.

The woman stood there holding a container, still warm.

"I went out specially to find some beef stew for you. You only had soup for dinner, and this will be more filling for the night."

"Thank you."

Maja took the container.

The woman's eyes followed the exchange and locked with Ian's. She tensed up immediately, becoming just as cautious.

"And who might this be?"

Her question echoed Ian's, both sensing the other was no simple character.

"This is my husband. I came here especially to find him."

"I see. Well, you should get some rest then."

The woman didn't linger and promptly closed the door.

Once outside, she stood there, frowning deeply.

Maja, holding the stew, sat next to Ian.

After all they had been through, simply sitting together felt like bliss.

Ian eyed the container she was holding, his tone flat, "Don't just eat anything people give you, and that woman's not ordinary."