Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 747

"Her love life ain't my business no more."

He shut his laptop, checking the time and realizing it was time to hit the hay.

But he was restless tonight. He tried showering and laying in bed, but sleep was a no-show.

He picked up a book, trying to read, but the words seemed gibberish.

At 1 AM, he got dressed again and headed out.

This time, he drove himself, parking at the RosenGarden.

A couple of lights were still on in the RosenGarden. He cracked his car window open and lit up a ciggy.

Halfway through, he pulled out his phone and dialed Maja.

No answer on the other end.

He slumped back in his seat, staring blankly ahead, with no idea why he'd driven here in the middle of the night.

With a self-deprecating chuckle, he decided to head back home.

On the way, he passed by the Pennyfeather group's headquarters. But he didn't give a damn about the Pennyfeathers, so he didn't even notice it was their building.

A woman was frantically making a call at the entrance.

It was Zoey, unable to reach Maja. The Star Movie group’s series had passed the review, smashing records on its premiere night. This was great news, the kind that should be shared with Maja.

But since the afternoon, her calls to Maja had gone unanswered.

Just a few hours ago, Maja had been nervously awaiting the viewing results with her.

Zoey was trying to hail a cab when she spotted a luxury car parked nearby and Ian's face in the window.

She tensed up.

She knew Ian and had heard about him from Maja.

They were once engaged, though they'd called it off.

"Mr. Raymond."

She called out politely.

Ian's hand was on the steering wheel. He glanced over at her when he heard his name.

Zoey swallowed.

"Um, I've been trying to call Maja all day, but she's not answering. I'm worried she's in trouble."

"Maja?"

"Yes, Maja, your ex-wife."

Zoey was at her wit's end, so she asked Ian for help.

Ian frowned, clearly annoyed. Why was it always about this woman?

"Maja never goes off the grid, and today is incredibly important for us, Mr. Raymond. Could you?"

But before she could finish, Ian stepped on the gas.

Zoey wasn't above begging when she was genuinely worried about Maja.

"Mr. Raymond!"