Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 967

Jeff wanted to stick up for Maja, but he was clueless as to why she left the town at that moment.

He had to admit that he was a bit let down. He'd hoped Maja would hang in there longer, even if she couldn't lend any help, her mere presence was a testament to her affection for the CEO.

But her timing for throwing in the towel made one question whether she'd ever truly harbored feelings for Ian.

The room fell silent, and Ian gazed out of the window where darkness had already set in.

That night, a lot of folks wouldn't fall asleep.

Many were keeping tabs on the events of the Raymond family, perhaps, many were also concerned about Ian's fate.

Would the once arrogant Ian finally meet his defeat?

Everyone was hoping for time to speed up, except for Ian, who was constantly eyeing the clock on the wall, his gaze growing heavier by the day.

A day later, Maja had driven to that town. Having lost her way, she'd wasted an afternoon, and by the time she had arrived, it was already evening.

She made a call to the number that had texted her.

They didn't pick up, so she found a hotel.

At seven in the evening, she once again dialed the number, and that time the call connected for a few seconds, but was quickly hung up.

She sat by the window, overlooking a river that meandered through the entire town, a few boats floating on the water.

The town filled with rustic charm, had drawn in a fair share of tourists in recent years.

After an hour, Maja's phone buzzed. She'd received a text with the name of a store.

She immediately grabbed the ring and letter, stood up, and began asking locals for directions to the store.

Upon finding it, she followed the waiter into the courtyard of the store.

In the courtyard stood a large tree, big enough to shade the entire yard, with ribbons intertwined around the branches, used for making wishes.

In the modern world, such a scene was incredibly beautiful.

From the moment Maja stepped through the door, she felt as if she'd entered another realm.

Under the tree, a figure stood in the shadows, a silhouette barely discernible.

Maja opened her mouth to call out, but then remembered, that person was no longer the one who had once encouraged her to study and paint.

He had broken their pact and disappeared for six years.

Their attitudes towards each other had also changed significantly.

Therefore, she lowered her eyes, walked closer, and politely called out, "Patric."

The man didn't turn around, as if he hadn't heard her.

Maja furrowed her brows, about to say something when the man turned around.