Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 427

Maja's eyes were something else, especially when they turned red at the corners, making her look so pitiful that it tugged at your heartstrings.

Her face was all grit, teeth clenched, and she was not uttering a word.

Seeing her like that, you couldn't help but want to pamper her.

But Maja had pulled herself together by then, as Ian had just transferred a cool four million to her account.

Four million for a broken heart seemed fair enough.

She lowered her lashes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Raymond."

She was mad at her own boss, which was kind of messed up.

They were still in business together, so the customer was always right.

Ian was shocked; this was the first time someone had the guts to treat him like this, apart from his old man.

But he wasn't pissed; in fact, he found it quite refreshing.

Her eyes were filled with fury, and just looking at him made his blood boil.

He could feel his body tense up.

He swallowed hard, then pressed her head down and gave her a kiss.

Maja frowned and turned her head away.

"Mr. Raymond, are we going for round four tonight?"

Seeing her icy face, for some reason, made him feel a little down.

He wasn't sure if it was because the room was stuffy from the windows being closed, but he was having trouble catching his breath.

Maja pushed him away and glanced at the painting by the window.

"Three million, I'll complete the painting for you."

Suddenly, Ian was the one left speechless.

Maja's thinking was simple: if Ian was willing to use his money to make up for things, then she might as well milk him for all he's worth.

She wasn't going to nobly declare that she didn't need his money because she was strapped for cash.

Besides, for Ian, this was just pocket change.

Ian realized she was in a foul mood, and another round might just tick her off more.

"Alright, three million it is."

Maja took out her own paints and went to fetch some water from the bathroom.

Ian watched her bustling about in the bathroom and took a seat on the couch.

Maja stood in front of the painting, thought for a moment, and then started painting.

From where Ian sat, he could clearly see her face while she worked.

Her face was already small, and now, with her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, she looked incredibly serious.

His gaze swept over her body before returning to her face.

His body began to heat up, and he started to wonder if he'd been drugged.