Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 888

The brawl had already kicked off in the ring, and the tension was through the roof, both inside and out.

When the last wolf was put down, everyone threw their hands up in the air and cheered.

The air was thick with adoration, cheers, sweat, smoke, and the smell of booze.

All these smells mixed together, and in the end, it was all drowned out by the cheers.

"Barlow! Barlow!"

"Barlow! Barlow!"

"Barlow!"

Ian didn't take off his mask as he left the ring, ripping off the blood-soaked cloth from his fists.

Sweat was rolling down his forehead, tracing the contours of his muscular body.

His upper body was bare, sweat pouring down like a waterfall.

Letting off steam like this, he felt a lot better.

He took a bottle of water from a bystander and returned to his room.

But the moment he opened the door, he saw a woman being held up against the wall by a bodyguard, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

Ian’s face turned stormy, and he felt like he needed to scrub his eyes clean.

The woman noticed him coming in and patted the bodyguard.

The bodyguard hastened to finish, then knelt down to fix her dress with the utmost care.

Her legs were weak as she was helped to sit across from Ian.

With a sneer, Ian said, "Keep this up, and you'll end up dying because of men."

The woman propped her chin with one hand and sighed.

"I'm not young anymore, and I just want to enjoy my days. Ian, those who pursue love are the real fools."

Ian stiffened, grabbing his coat from the side.

He said, "I'm going for a shower."

He was drenched in sweat. Even his hair was wet.

The woman looked out the window at the excited crowd below. They all looked like wild devils now, but outside of this place, they were all elites in their workplaces.

She said, "Ian, there's no such thing as true love in this world. You can like her body and her looks, but once you want her heart, it's over. Look at me. I'm so much happier after my divorce, my lovers are all strong and kind to me. Isn't this better than being in love?"

Ian was already at the door. The bodyguard who had just been with her was now massaging her shoulders, just like she said, treating her well.

Ian, "Nydia, you should just find a good man and marry him."

Nydia chuckled at his words, "Love is unreliable, and marriage even more so."