Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 152

Maja had always been puzzled by Tricia's attitude towards her. While they seemed to get along on the surface, Tricia always seemed to take pleasure in ticking her off in front of Neil.

However, if you'd say their relationship was terrible, Tricia would always affectionately call her 'sister' as if they were real siblings.

Cristina obviously despised her, but Tricia kept her thoughts well hidden.

Now, Maja finally understood. Tricia could never like her because she had taken the place of Ian's wife.

In hindsight, it all became clear why Tricia was so insistent on going out, even when she wasn't feeling well.

Only when Maja heard Tricia walking away did she straighten up. She could smell Ian's scent, and the distance between them suddenly seemed very close.

When she lifted her head, he was lowering his. Their noses were almost touching.

She quickly let go of him, pretending to touch her forehead as if she had leaned on him because she wasn't feeling well.

Ian's eyes squinted slightly, feeling a bit of emptiness and disappointment, but he quickly composed himself.

Maja glanced outside and saw that the Pennyfeather family's car had already left. She let out a sigh of relief.

Just as she was about to get out of the car, her phone rang. It was a call from Neil.

Surprised, she answered the call with an effort to steady her trembling fingers.

Neil's voice came from the other end.

"Maja, the second round of financing was a success. The Raymond family has invested more money. I want to celebrate by inviting Ian over for dinner at our house. We should thank them properly."

Despite his polite words, he just wanted to continue to cozy up to the Raymond family.

The thought made Maja feel sick but helpless.

"Dad, who let you out of the hospital?"

"I wanted to leave, Maja. Don't worry about me."

Neil's face was full of relief. The successful financing had brought him great joy.

Ian removed the documents from his lap and looked down at his slightly excited body.

Just now, Maja had unintentionally brushed against his sensitive area in her nervousness. Her warm breath seemed to seep through his shirt, feeling as if it was on his chest.

His lips were tightly pressed together, his fingers gripping the documents, and his wrist was tense, looking long and strong.

Ian raised his hand; his brow furrowed in irritation.

He wasn't sure if she had touched him intentionally or accidentally, like a cat's paw, always able to scratch the itchiest part of his heart.

Ian didn't like this feeling of attaching his emotions to others. He almost rationalized the slight wavering.

He told himself it was probably because of that night, which made him feel attracted.

It was just the hormones playing tricks.

It wasn't love.