Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 8

Her honesty was so disarming that Ian began to question whether he was being overly nervous because of his lack of sexual experience.

Ian stood there, motionless, like a statue that you wouldn't dare to look straight at.

As the elevator descended, Maja thought it necessary to make another effort for the future of the studio. She realized after starting work, a lot of times, her dignity didn't matter so much.

After all, what he could offer was just too much.

"Mr. Raymond, I still want to know what style you personally prefer. I can give it a shot, and if you're not happy in the end, I won't charge you."

Ian could no longer find the right words to describe this woman. He was speechless for a moment, and it took him a while to say, "Don't you already have clients?"

Maja was a bit surprised. Was Ian worried that she would be distracted?

Some designers indeed serve multiple clients at the same time, but Maja has always been all about quality.

"Mr. Raymond, if I take your order, I won't take any others in the short term. If you're interested, you can give me five minutes to talk in detail."

"I'm not interested."

Ian was the first to leave, and Maja, supporting someone, couldn't chase after him. She had to help Maxwell out, planning to check where the designated driver was.

Even though Maxwell was drunk, except for a stumble just now, he kept a safe distance from her.

As Maja was helping Maxwell out of Moonlight, she saw a car not far away flash its lights twice. The car door opened, and a pretty woman stepped out.

The woman saw the two of them, walked straight over without a word, and swung at Maja.

"It's you, isn't it?! Always pestering him at the studio, and even delivering smoothie to him in the middle of the night?! I've been annoyed with you for a while. What were you planning to do tonight while my husband is drunk?!"

Maja was holding someone, so she couldn't dodge, and her face stung from the slap.

The woman was so angry that her chest was shaking, and her eyes were red, "I've seen your kind, always trying to wreck other people's homes. Let me tell you, Maxwell's money is with me. You'll get nothing by being with him!!"

Maja couldn't help but laugh. She didn't go to the studio often, but she knew there were a few girls there who liked to pester Maxwell. Maybe some of them did have such intentions, but she wasn't one of them.

Maxwell, who was being helped by her, seemed to sober up as well and quickly grabbed the woman's wrist, "Liz, calm down."

Maxwell had hit a nerve, and Liz violently shook off his hand.

"How can I calm down?! This shameless bitch knows you're married but still keeps pestering you. She sent you smoothie, and I let it go. But tonight she called you out for her birthday, and you hid it from me?!"

Her anger was like a burning prairie, so intense that she wished she could tear Maja's face apart.

"You're so good-looking, but you're a homewrecker!"

Maxwell had a headache. He held her and turned to apologize to Maja, "I'm sorry, you better go."

Maja felt unlucky tonight, but the other party was her boss' wife, she couldn't fight back. She could only swallow this bitter pill.

Inside the car not far away, Ian was expressionless. From the moment the woman slapped, he clearly saw this "wife vs. mistress" drama.

Following the boss's gaze, Jeff also noticed the commotion. The wife obviously had a strong defense and started to loudly blame the man, while the man held her, whispering comforting words. Only Maja, seemed like an outsider.

Such a young and beautiful woman was a mistress.

Jeff felt a little bit emotional. Luckily there were not many people around, otherwise, if this scene was posted online, it would spark a lot of condemnation.

Ian coldly retracted his gaze and said to Jeff, "Drive."