Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 686

He let go of her, unable to resist rubbing his throbbing temples.

"Go to the rooftop," Maja blurted out.

Unkindly, Ian grabbed her and ushered her into the lift.

Upon reaching the rooftop, he noticed the slightly ajar door and the doorknob on the floor, his brows creasing.

He kicked the door open with his foot to an empty room.

He settled Maja on the couch, checking each room to ensure it was empty, then walked to the door and picked up the fallen doorknob.

Clearly, it had been forced open.

He casually dragged a shoe cabinet to block the door, then turned to look at her.

Maja sat on the sofa, shoes missing, revealing a pair of white socks.

The socks had become dirty from their journey.

He approached and sat next to her, taking off her socks.

She seemed to accept her fear, her toes curling and retreating a little.

Ian tossed the socks into a nearby trash bin, "Do you have a first aid kit in the room?"

Maja nodded, silently pointing out a cabinet.

He fetched the first aid kit and laid out the necessary medicines on the coffee table, checking each one's expiration date. After confirming they were still usable, he squeezed some ointment onto his fingers.

Pulling her hair aside with one hand, he gently applied the ointment on her swollen cheek with the other.

The sudden familiar scent left Maja's mind in chaos.

His fingertips slowly spread the ointment on her cheek.

It felt ticklish.

Painful and ticklish.

Seemingly, his breathing slowed down. After applying the ointment, he tucked her hair behind ear.

Maja lowered her head uncomfortably, hearing him ask, "Who did this?"

"Nolan."

She had just sent him the recording, not expecting such a furious reaction.

It was indeed a lesson learned.

Ian's hand paused mid-air, his brows slightly furrowed.

But he said nothing, only revealing her forehead and starting to treat the wound.

He was already tall, his actions now casting Maja in his shadow.

This pressure made every cell in her body tremble.

With one finger, Ian gently lifted her chin to get a clearer view of the wound on her forehead.

Seeing her eyes closed, not daring to look at him, even her eyelashes trembling, his finger slightly stiffened.