Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 409

Maja gripped the steering wheel tightly, her face flushed.

Ian let go of her.

Maja didn't say anything, just stared ahead, a bit flustered.

"Penny."

"What?"

"Think about getting a divorce."

Maja just felt the chilly night breeze and said nothing.

Ian didn't get a response from her, the warmth in his eyes gradually fading.

A few minutes later, Maja turned to look at him, her tone calm.

"Why would you say that?"

Despite the traces of his kisses on her face, her eyes were incredibly serene.

At that moment, Ian was at a loss for words.

He frowned, not understanding why he said he wanted her to divorce. Then what? Was he supposed to take responsibility for her?

But everything she did with him, she had already done with her husband three years ago.

The thought of her intimate relationship with that man was too much for him to bear.

"Nathan isn't good enough for you."

"Mr. Raymond, you and I lead different lives. You grew up privileged. You don't really like me. You're just a tad bit curious about me. This might just be your interest in something new. If I give up my peaceful life because of your words, that would be irrational."

Ian stood outside, the air around them becoming silent.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze nonchalantly, "You don't think I like you, do you?"

Maja visibly sighed in relief, "It's better if you don't. Both of us know what we're doing."

Ian's gaze turned cold in an instant.

Maja smiled at him.

"Mr. Raymond, I really need to leave."

With that, she stepped on the gas pedal.

Her demeanour was cold, completely concealing their recent intimate encounter.

After she left, Ian stood there for a while, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it slowly.

His aura turned frosty as if the darkness around him was spreading over him.

He took a drag from his cigarette, chuckled lightly, and tossed it into a trash can, his eyes turning cold.

Maja didn't really want to say all this to Ian, but she was in a really bad mood.

Back at RosenGarden, she saw the half-meter-tall pile of documents at the entrance and couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows.

She had already looked through the Pennyfeather group's data from the past five years and was well aware of the company's situation.