Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 20

Standing behind Ian, Jeff was about to remind him about the forgotten meeting, but when he saw Maja's face, he swallowed his words.

Is this the woman last night? What's going on between her and Ian?

As the elevator doors opened, Maja gestured for them to enter first.

Without hesitation, Ian instructed Jeff to head to the company first and then stepped into the elevator himself.

The breakfast area on the first floor was already bustling with people. Maja and Ian chose a spot by the window, and a waiter promptly brought each a glass of lemon water.

Maja took a sip of the lemon water, its tanginess awakening her taste buds and alleviating her dizziness. She figured she could have breakfast first before going to the hospital. Fainting from low blood sugar on the way would be less than ideal.

Setting down her glass, she asked Ian, "Mr. Raymond, what kind of books do you usually enjoy reading? I heard from Mr. Elston that you took some art classes before?"

Understanding a client's style preferences and daily habits could expedite the design process. She surmised that Ian might not favor the American style—too busy and flashy in color. On the other hand, the Chinese style could be deemed too conservative and dull. Art lovers often preferred something more daring.

She hoped to gain insights into his preferences through this brief conversation, but Ian said, "Just do your thing."

Maja dreaded clients like this—it felt like writing a school essay without a specific topic. Too many choices often led to confusion. Conversely, having a precise issue simplified things as the scope was defined.

"Just do my thing?" Maja mentally sketched out some basic design styles when a woman's shriek cut through the air.

"Ian?"

Maja turned to see a young woman in a Chanel suit approaching, her eyes fixed on Ian with her exquisite makeup.

"I've been hanging around here for days, hoping to run into you."

The woman, Sandy, appeared thrilled. Her gaze flickered towards Maja, but her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"And who might this be?"

Maja was about to mention that Ian was her client, but before she could utter a word, Sandy had already seated herself, acting like Maja didn't exist, and resumed conversing with Ian.

"I heard your place in Greenfield Gardens is undergoing renovations?"

Ian clearly didn't wish to engage in conversation and responded with a curt "Uh-huh."

Sandy smiled, a slight curl appearing on her lips. "I remember how much you loved the layout of Greenfield Gardens. I happen to know a fabulous designer if you're interested..."

Evidently, she was attempting to win Ian's favor by offering to connect him with a designer.

But before she could finish, Maja smiled, "Apologies for interrupting, but Mr. Raymond is currently my client."

Sandy's gaze returned to Maja, her lips tightening. "You're a designer as well?"

Her disdain was palpable as if she believed Maja was trying to get close to Ian.

"Yes, and I must say my conversation with Mr. Raymond has been quite enjoyable."

Enjoyable conversation? The fact that they were seen together at breakfast in the hotel raised questions about what they might have been up to the previous night. Sandy's expression changed with that thought, assuming that Maja was boasting. How crude!

Sandy had initially planned to ignore Maja, hoping she would feel uncomfortable and leave alone. However, it appeared that Maja was more capable than expected.

Taking a deep breath, Sandy deliberately brought up Ian's marriage.

"Ian must have his reasons for choosing you, so I hope you give it your all. Don't disappoint him or his wife."

Ian's brows furrowed. Over the years, Sandy pursued him despite knowing he was married, often using his marriage to deter other women.

True to form, Sandy's following words cut to the chase.

"You are aware that Ian is married, right?"

The implication was clear. Are you trying to be a home wrecker?