Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 216

Upstairs.

Ian was feeling a bit sweaty, opening a few buttons of his shirt, but he still felt hot.

This feeling was familiar, and even his back wound ached because of it.

Thinking about the coffee he had with Holden before, he was kind of pissed off, feeling hot all over.

He got up, went into the bathroom, and splashed his face with cold water.

But the heat didn’t fade away.

He looked in the mirror but smelled a familiar scent in the bathroom, different from the perfume of that woman he met at the hotel.

Ian was a bit of a neat freak; he would never share a bathroom with anyone, thinking it was gross.

But now he didn't feel uncomfortable; his body was getting hotter.

He thought that Holden's move this time was unpredictable, probably because he no longer believed that he and Maja could live in peace, and a certain phone call triggered today, so he came to Rosewood Manor.

Ian rubbed his forehead and glanced at the items on the sink.

Just a simple face wash.

The bathroom was spotless, not even a drop of water.

After Ian left the bathroom and saw the person on the bed motionless, he snorted and sat back on the sofa.

He definitely wouldn't touch the bed.

But the heat of his body was a bit unbearable, especially under the familiar scent in the room; he felt increasingly hard to endure.

"What kind of scent did you put in the room?" He frowned, asking the person on the bed in a hoarse voice.

Maja heard this, and her eyebrows also frowned. What scent?

She didn't like those things, so she never used them.

At this moment, she hid in the quilt, fearing that Ian would lift the quilt.

But Ian just asked a question and didn't want to have a deep conversation with her.

He closed his eyes, trying to ease the discomfort.

But the heat rushed to his brain, coupled with the pain in his back, and he felt a little blurry in front of him.

After a while.

Maja quietly stretched out a hand, turned off the room light, then moved the quilt, looking for Ian's shadow in the room.

Ian was leaning on the single sofa, his shirt open, leaning back slightly.

Maja remembered his back wound; even with ointment, it would not fully recover in a short time.

Now he was sitting there without saying a word; she was always worried if his wound had any problems.

"Mr. Raymond?" She called out.