Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 388

Ian plonked himself down at the desk nearby and dove back into his paperwork.

"Need something?"

"Herbert has a painting up for auction soon, and you seemed to fancy his work before. If you're planning to go, could you take me with you?"

Carlene sounded a little flirtatious as she eyed the food on the table and slowly took a seat.

"I haven't eaten yet, mind if you join me?"

Ian's gaze remained glued to his documents.

"We can discuss that later."

"Ian, I remember you were really into Herbert's style back in the day. I even went out of my way to learn from him, but he's not taking on new students anymore. His last student was apparently a young guy."

Carlene seemed a bit miffed. "I bet it's one of his relatives or something."

Ian's brow furrowed slightly. "Carlene, I have work to do."

Ever since Carlene had arrived, she had had a hunch that something was off about the place. It was her feminine intuition kicking in.

"Ian, I don't think anyone cleaned the room this morning."

She planned to check the bedroom, but Ian didn't respond.

When Carlene opened the bedroom door, she spotted two pillows on the bed. If there was only one person sleeping, the other pillow should have been put away.

Her eyebrows knitted together in worry. She headed straight for the closet.

Meanwhile, poor Maja in the closet, got her heart pounding when she heard the clicking of high heels. She braced herself for the worst.

Given Carlene's fondness for Ian, if she was discovered, she'd be in deep trouble.

Just as Carlene was about to open the closet door, Ian appeared in the doorway, his arms folded across his chest and said in a matter-of-fact tone,"I'm a neat freak."

He didn't like people touching his stuff.

Suddenly, Carlene realized she'd barged into his bedroom.

She quickly pulled her hand back and gave him a smile.

"I was just thinking of buying you some ties. Wanted to see what kind of suits you usually wear."

Ian didn't call her out but returned to the living room.

Carlene had no choice but to follow him, her face had a shade of embarrassment.

Maja let out a sigh of relief when she heard the footsteps fading.

Back in the living room, Carlene's voice was low.

"Ian, I know you wouldn't go for other women."

Ian settled back into his chair, pen back in hand, burying himself in the documents.

Carlene was worried that he was mad, and her unease grew when she saw the food cart nearby.