Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1611

His gaze had collided with Ian's countless times, and there was this hunch in his gut, a feeling that Ian might just be the one he'd been waiting for.

Sarah lifted her hand and tousled his hair affectionately.

"Maybe he is."

"You don't have faith in him, Doctor?"

"I have faith in everyone, but I'm always let down in the end."

A shadow passed over Subject 8's face, his hand absentmindedly fidgeting with the jade beads around his neck.

Sarah lifted her hand again and continued tousling his hair.

"But the disappointment won't last forever. We'll get out of here, and you'll see your family again."

Hope flickered in Subject 8's eyes, and a genuine smile curved on his lips.

"Yeah, to see my family."

He couldn't remember what his family looked like. The more he tried to recall, the more muddled his memories became.

But he knew that once, someone had held his hand tightly and never let go. He knew the story behind the bead he wore. He had to leave this place, to see his family again.

His memory had been wiped once already, and the recollection of his arrival at this base had long since faded. The only world he could remember was the one within these walls.

Sarah reached out and pinched his ear gently.

"If we don't head back now, they're going to find that hatch."

"I'll be caught whether I go back now or not. Doctor, please, take me back."

The weapon was created by Sarah; countless experiments had been inflicted upon each subject. Sarah always felt like she was forgetting something important, searching for someone - perhaps a person she was desperately trying to protect.

He held a vial of drugs from the lab, overhearing voices below.

"Those eyes are so similar; I want to gouge them out."

"They're beautiful, Philip. I don't know how to thank you for this."

Ian peered through the gap and saw Philip with 00, Phil, and an older man.

"If you're pleased, that's all that matters. I thought you'd be interested in Cynthia's daughter, given that you've taken Cynthia captive."

Philip was already standing, his lips curled in amusement, "I'll leave you to it."

He'd intended to send Phil, but the urge to see this spectacle for himself had been too strong. A woman so similar to Maja ignited something cruel within him.

He suddenly understood Summer's desire to keep Cynthia captive because he too felt an overwhelming urge to imprison Maja. The thought grew more intense by the second; the lips were curled slightly, the warmness in his gaze laced with a hint of something else.