Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 646

Ian grabbed the painkillers and fetched a glass of water, only to turn around and see her weakly slumped on the couch. His brain seemed to freeze for a second, a vague sense of familiarity flashing through his mind, yet nothing concrete.

"Swallow."

He roughly shoved the pill in, but Maja was in so much pain she was barely conscious, and out popped the pill as she gave a tongue flick.

Ian frowned, his patience running thin, he directly pushed the pill down her throat with his finger.

She looked like she was about to hurl, he quickly retracted his finger, then forcefully covered her mouth.

Maja glared at him, her forehead slick with sweat.

Ian lowered his eyes, noticing his hand still covering her mouth, his two fingers that had been in her mouth were still wet, it was her saliva.

His germaphobe tendencies didn't kick in, he even found the sight somewhat enticing.

He quickly removed his hand, racking his brain but still couldn't recall how he used to be with her.

He took the glass of water and poured it into her mouth.

Maja almost choked, she coughed a few times and tried to vomit, but nothing came out.

Ian turned on the air conditioning in the room and brought a blanket.

He didn't have the energy to take care of someone, especially when considering this woman might have had something with him, he felt a wave of agitation.

For some reason, his subconscious kept telling him he wasn't the type to easily get involved with women.

Recently, he even felt uncontrollable urges to kill. Just from a brief understanding of the Raymond family situation, he knew who was behind those trying to kill him.

Because he had lost his memory, those pretending to be good had taken off their masks.

But he wasn't sad, probably because he didn't feel any familial affection in the Raymond family.

He sat down and pulled out his laptop, not minding the still dry-heaving Maja next to him, and continued his work.

Maja was vomiting for a while, her clothes all wet.

When he was feeding her water just now, he was practically drowning her.

Now she just felt cold, plus it was her time of the month, down there was probably also very uncomfortable.

She felt sticky all over, to the point of unbearable.

"Mr. Raymond, do you have any sanitary pads here?"

She forced herself to grab a pillow to hug, trying to alleviate the pain.

Ian's fingers that were typing on the keyboard suddenly froze, "What?"

"Sanitary pads."

Her voice was hoarse, she hid her face in the pillow, her body slightly trembling.

Ian was a bit impatient, he quickly dialed Jeff's number, but of course, Jeff didn't pick up.