Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 75

Ian remained silent, a wave of annoyance washing over him. Yesterday, her dog had caused him trouble, resulting in a confrontation with a stranger. And now, in the dead of night, she had managed to splash paint all over him as if it were some kind of joke. Only when Maja saw his icy expression she realized this was all too real.

She knew she messed up and could only hurriedly ask, "Mr. Raymond, do you have a change of clothes? Let me wash the dirty one for you."

Ian glanced at the paint palette in her hand and took a few steps away. Maja stood there, regret gnawing at her, wondering why she always seemed to encounter him in these unfortunate situations.

After noticing she hadn't followed, Ian turned back and said, "Aren't you going to wash my clothes? Since you're the one who made them dirty, you should take responsibility."

Maja hurried to catch up, "I'm not trying to dodge responsibility."

"8,000."

Ian stated calmly, his gaze fixed on her.

Maja initially didn't understand the significance of the number, but then it clicked. That was the price of the shirt. Taken aback, she had never worn anything so expensive in her life. She wondered if it could even be cleaned…

Feeling guilty, she could only whisper, "I'll be very careful when I wash it."

Ian, seeing her timid demeanor, was reminded of her other side - the one that was bold and provocative at the poker table against Kurt Gallegos. His eyes narrowed slightly.

As he returned to his room, the nearby Jeff, hearing the commotion, was about to greet him. But seeing Maja behind him, he quickly found an excuse to leave.

As Ian entered, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to Maja.

Just as Maja stepped inside, she was hit in the face with the shirt.

Flushing, she quickly removed the shirt and glanced around the room. Then her eyes stopped.

Ian had been wearing only a shirt, and now that it was off, his upper body was exposed. His back was turned to her, showing off his well-toned physique, including his long legs. From an artistic perspective, this was perfect proportions.

Her gaze rested on his back, where even his shoulder blade lines looked exquisite, like they were meticulously carved.

She couldn't help but sigh. This man was truly blessed by the heavens.

Just as Ian was about to grab a new shirt, he felt a burning gaze on him.