Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 278

She felt like danger was just around the corner.

Next, she was scooped up and plonked on the console table in the hall.

"Mr. Raymond!"

Her voice came out shaky from the shock of being at eye level with him because of the table.

Ian was tall, standing at a towering six foot two.

Maja leaned back against the wall, terrified, as he held her chin in his grip.

From the first night on, she noticed that he was a different beast in bed, not at all like the cold guy everyone saw him as.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be utterly exhausted and even land in the hospital.

With her chin held in his grip, she froze and her eyes welled up.

Ian looked at her beautiful face as his other hand rested on her waist.

He leaned down and kissed her, not giving her the chance to reject him and parted her lips.

Maja was scared stiff and her body was rigid.

By the time she came to her senses, she began to struggle and tried to get down.

But Ian's kiss left her breathless and her legs weak.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she stopped moving for a moment, feeling like she was being pulled into this predicament by many hands.

His kisses trailed down to her neck.

Ian bent slightly, finally reaching the full part he had seen that night.

Maja snapped back to reality and pushed him away.

This time, she used all her strength. Even Ian didn't have time to dodge and stumbled back a few steps.

Maja hastily jumped off the table and bolted out the door.

But she was too panicked and stumbled as soon as she stepped outside.

The files in her hands scattered like snowflakes and fluttered down to the floor.

Ian had wanted to help her, but she fell too quickly for him to react.

Now, Maja sat amid a pile of files. Ignoring the pain in her leg, she hurriedly began to gather the files.

Ian squatted down; seeing her refuse to look up, he deliberately pressed on the closest file.

She had been picking up files all along but did not pull on this one.

Ian didn't move either but saw a few droplets fall onto the paper.

Was she crying?

The droplets spread on the white paper.

Ian reached out, lifting her chin, and saw that she was indeed crying.