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?"