Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 6

She was a bit taken aback and surprised in that moment, but Maja wasn’t worried about being recognized.

Besides visiting Holden during the holidays, she barely showed her face in front of the Raymond family’s relatives. Even Ian himself hadn’t seen his wife before, let alone other folks who wouldn't give two hoots about a small character like her.

Thinking of Ian's cold demeanor, Maja smiled with a hint of annoyance, "Maybe I did something to tick off Mr. Raymond.”

Ryan had a thing for attractive people, regardless of their occupation or family background. Faced with this extremely pure and charming beauty, his tone inevitably softened a bit.

“No way, your designs are really artsy. My cousin might be a businessman, but he didn't start off in finance. He got a double degree, and the other one is in art. He should appreciate your design. Maybe he’s been in a bad mood because he’s dealing with divorce stuff.”

Maja kept silent, but Maxwell seemed surprised and asked, “Ian is married?”

Ryan sighed, “He’s been hitched for a while. I heard he’s already contacted a lawyer to start the divorce process.”

Ryan seldom returned to the Raymond Mansion, especially after becoming an adult. He was always out living it up. He only knew that Ian got married because of his grandfather's arrangement, but he had never met his cousin's wife in person.

This was the first time Maxwell had heard about this, and he was intrigued. “I thought the house in Greenfield Gardens was Ian's marital home. Turns out he's been married for a while. So, he plans to live there by himself?”

Ryan invited them to sit down and casually said, “Kinda like a marital home, I guess. My cousin doesn’t really like his current wife. He was pushed into the marriage. He used to have someone he liked, so the house might have been designed for that woman.”

After saying this, he handed a glass of juice to Maja, “When he comes over later, I’ll show him your design. He should be interested.”

Maja took the juice, giving him a polite smile, “Thank you. If this project is successful, dinner’s on me.”

Ryan liked her calm and humble attitude and spoke again, “If it's really successful, you should indeed treat me to a meal. We will give you a reasonable design fee, and this is a design project for my cousin. Your reputation will definitely skyrocket.”

Maja nodded. She understood that if this project was successful, she could elevate her own fame, successfully enter the social stratum that Ian was a part of, and the studio's business would take off.

At the other end of the corridor, a tall man oozing an intimidatingly unfriendly aura, opened the door to one of the rooms.

Just as he stepped in, his phone rang. Seeing that it was Ryan calling, Ian frowned but didn't answer.

The man next to him found his expression amusing, "What's the matter? You seem upset, and you just arrived. Who dared to cross you?"

The room was spacious with quite a few people, but there were social class differences even within this social circle.

Ian belonged to the top tier, and those around him were all society's elites. The rest of the people tactfully moved away as soon as he walked in.

Tyler handed him a glass of wine. The man had long fingers and delicate features, exuding a laid-back and elegant temperament, "Is it because of the divorce? I heard the lady doesn't want to sign."

Ian's plan to divorce was no secret, and soon, this news would reach Ian's father.

Ian took off his cufflinks and handed them to a waiter nearby, casually sitting on the sofa, emanating an imposing aura, "She'll sign sooner or later. She knows better than anyone why we got married in the first place."

He spoke uncaringly, obviously not wanting to dwell on it. He wasn't upset tonight because of his wife, but because of the woman he had just met.

He couldn't understand why her response in bed was so unexperienced, even though she had been working in that industry for three years.

Just then, a few men at the next table were discussing their girlfriends.

Men's private conversations often had no holds barred. Ian didn't used to care about these things, but now he couldn't help but listen in.

"So, she was playing innocent? How did you deal with it when you found out the truth?"

"What else could I do? I broke up with her. That woman fooled me. If it weren't for my friend at the hospital recognizing her, I would've married her. Turns out the kid in her belly wasn't mine. She even wanted me to raise the kid. Me, support her and her child? She wishes."

For these wealthy and idle men, their casual conversation topics often revolved around women.

"Modern women are no pushovers. They would pretend according to your wishes. What do they call it, precision hunting? Maybe the kid’s father is someone you know. The more innocent a woman looks, the more likely she's been toying around...."

Ian's grip on his glass suddenly tightened. The image of Maja looking down and certain memories from last night flashed across his mind. Everything in his memory was clear, and a wave of irritation washed over him.

Just then, Ryan called to urge him to go down to the private room, saying he wanted to talk face to face.