Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 370

Samuel didn't want the atmosphere to get too tense, so he quickly started shooting the breeze with Judson, making the vibes more chill.

Maja got up halfway through, unable to stand the bickering between these two dudes, feeling like she got dragged into it.

She pretended to go to the loo but just needed to take a breather in the corridor.

Nathan was just down the hall, saw her coming out, and immediately came over to greet her.

"Penny, here's some hangover cure. Fancy a sip?"

Maja hadn't really been drinking, and she just had a cup in the suite across the way.

She took the hangover cure from his hand to keep her head clear.

Nathan scratched the back of his head, a bit embarrassed.

"Owing my promotion to you, really, don't know how to thank you."

Maja finished the hangover cure, ready to ask him to do as she requested when she saw someone coming from the corner of her eye.

It was Ian.

Ian claimed he was going out for a smoke, now walking over with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Maja quickly gave Nathan a wink.

Nathan immediately got the hint and quickly started putting on a show of how he treats other women.

"Baby, where should we hit after this?"

He said this just as Ian got to them, but Ian didn't stop. He just walked past them to the smoking area on the balcony.

Nathan was scared shitless when he said this.

Of course, he hoped he could have something going on with Maja. If Maja fancied him, he could cut 30 years of his struggle!

But he knew she wasn't into it.

If only he had the looks of Felix Brown.

Maja didn't expect Nathan to pull it off so well, and she even felt that when Ian walked between them, his aura was so cold it could cut.

It felt like her skin and heart were stabbed.

The door to the smoking area closed.

Maja breathed a sigh of relief and gave Nathan a signal she was going back first.

Nathan nodded. He didn't dare to stay longer.

He wasn't sure if it was his imagination. Felt like Mr. Raymond had something against him.

Sometimes men understand men better.

Ian was leaning his elbow on the railing in the swirling smoke. His expression was even colder.

His gaze was like a cold star, casually flicking ashes off his fingers.

His eyes were deep and cold.

This small balcony was very similar to the one at the villa. That night she was sitting on his lap, calling him honey; the scene was still fresh in her mind.

His fingers holding the cigarette tightened slightly, irritably stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

But now, she and her husband were comforting each other behind the thick glass door.

It seemed like he was just a thief who took a bite of her cake under the cover of the night.