Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 386

She had that irresistible charm.

She's in this scanty outfit, with long legs and a slender waist.

Her hair was thick and fluffy.

He had been pursued by other women before, but he found them all repulsive.

But she, she just stood there, and she seemed tasteful.

His anger vanished in an instant, he gave her a once-over and said,"Come here."

Maja stood still, paused for a few seconds, felt the tension in the room ease up, and then slowly walked over.

She thought for a moment, then sat down on Ian's lap, her scent unhesitatingly wafting into his nostrils.

Due to nervousness, her eyelashes fluttered a few times. But she didn't dare look at him in the face.

To avoid embarrassment, she sat sideways.

Ian was amused by her action, his hand gripping her waist and giving it a light squeeze.

"Have you ever worn this kind of outfit before?"

He asked, his fingers lightly lifting a ribbon, as if she were a gift already wrapped.

His breath brushed against her skin, causing a tremor.

"No."

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Ian's eyes as he held her head tightly, as if he wanted to envelop her whole being in his body.

"Your useless husband has really wasted you!"

As soon as he had finished speaking, Maja was picked up and placed on a white bed.

Ian lost control.

He especially liked kissing her, liked seeing her in a state of confusion.

He kissed her until she was out of breath, and then her eyes were filled with tears.

Their hearts were pounding, in the dark night, their emotions were in a mess.

They spent an indulgent night.

Ian didn't let her rest and only let her go at six in the morning.

When he finished, after two consecutive nights of exhaustion, she fell asleep in three seconds. She curled up in the duvet, revealing only a flushed face.

Ian was wearing silk pajamas, casually knotted around his waist, revealing a large part of his chest.

His abs and abdominal lines were very visible.

His phone rang, it was a call from Tyler Bennitt.

"Ian, are we drinking today?"

Ian glanced at the woman sleeping next to him, she was sleeping soundly, clinging tightly to him.

His hand involuntarily touched her eyelashes.

"No."