Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 634

Maja suddenly went silent, feeling as if her heartbeat was squeezed by an invisible hand.

Ian started walking towards the hotel, she could only follow closely behind.

When he stopped, she unintentionally bumped into his back.

Quickly, she took a few steps back to avoid annoying him, creating distance between them.

Once they returned to the room, she handed him some painkillers.

"Mr. Raymond, here are your painkillers."

But seeing the blood on the medication, Ian frowned, didn't take it and coldly said, "You should take care of your own wounds first."

Then, he went straight to the bedroom to sleep.

Maja moved to the living room couch, opened the first aid kit, and started treating her hand.

The newly bought painkillers were left on the table.

After disinfecting and applying the ointment, she leaned back, feeling suddenly exhausted and fell asleep.

She had no idea she'd dream about Ian fighting.

His fists landing on the flesh of those men, his movements harsh and precise.

She wanted to stop him, but he coldly said, "Nobody has ever controlled me, who do you think you are?"

Maja woke up instantly, her forehead covered in sweat, her heart pounding.

She tried but couldn't fall asleep anymore.

Thinking back to the night Ian confessed his feelings, it seemed ridiculous. Who forced someone to accept their feelings then confessed out of the blue? He was acting like a madman.

But then again, Ian was inexperienced in all things related to affection or treating someone kindly, what could he understand?

He learned from the rough men in the military that he can do what he wanted and whenever he wanted.

This idea was too crude, totally unfitting for him, but the real Ian might just be as he showed tonight.

Growing wild like a lone wolf, forced to disguise himself as a person due to family responsibilities.

Maja turned on the couch, her heart feeling a bit sour.

Maybe it's a woman's nature to be easily touched.

She closed her eyes, forcing herself to sleep again.

At five in the morning, she woke up on time, cleaned up, prepared Ian's documents, and didn't go to wake him until it was six in the morning.

He was still deep in sleep, his face pale due to blood loss from the injury. Even though half a month had passed, he hadn't fully recovered.

"Mr. Raymond, it's time to wake up."

Ian's eyelashes slightly trembled, but he didn't respond.