Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 696

"They were the ones who started with me."

Maja's voice was flat and uninteresting, her lashes drooping, no longer speaking.

Ian looked at Maja, slowly pulling her into his arms, asking, "Did you have someone you like in your heart, yet you came to me? Aren't you afraid of betraying him?"

"He's gone."

"He betrayed you?"

"He's dead."

Ian's breath suddenly stopped for a moment, and then he held Maja even tighter.

So turned out she's been liking a man who's no longer in this world?

That's just great.

A smirk spread across Ian's face.

As the question and answer went on, Maja gradually regained her rationality.

Perhaps it was Powell's words that touched her sensitive spot, combined with the pressure call from Mia's mother Sharon, she suddenly wanted to solve the problem through Ian.

These people all treated her like a pushover. On one side was work, and on the other was annoying rich people, and Maja was struggling to cope.

Just like Powell said, some people's backgrounds were simply different. She had to recognize her own place.

If she couldn't recognize that, what almost happened in the elevator could happen again at any time.

So, Maja began to consider the request Ian had made.

But when she turned her head and saw the snowflakes falling outside the window, she suddenly felt filthy.

Maja immediately stood up to leave, but Ian grabbed her hand.

He knew she regretted it, but once in this place, it wasn't up to her.

"How did you offend the Haskins family?"

"I hit Mia."

Ian was a little surprised, but it seemed like something she would do.

"Mia's mother, Sharon, dotes on Mia the most. If you hit her, Sharon won't let you go. Mia has always been arrogant in this circle, and those who have offended her have basically been dealt with by Sharon."

In other words, Maja definitely can't compete with Sharon.

Against Sharon's power, all of Maja's tactics were useless.

"What do you think I should do?" Maja asked.

Ian was still holding her hand, playing with each of her fingertips.

"Isn't my suggestion good?" he pulled her back, softly persuading, "And, you don't hate me touching you, right? You like that, and you're just too shy to say it."