Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 428

Ian, in good shape and strong as a bull, easily lifted her up and pressed her against the cool wall.

"Mr. Raymond, this is the fourth time now."

She lowered her lashes, suddenly obedient.

Ian kissed her in this position, his face particularly captivating under the gentle rain of hot water.

Maja had to admit that Ian was probably the most attractive man she'd ever seen and undeniably charming. His thin lips, more defined when he was passionate, held a restrained and reserved appeal.

Having such a noble man show this kind of expression definitely gave one a secret sense of satisfaction.

It's just human nature.

No wonder Carol always said it was worth it being with Ian.

Feeling Maja's submission, Ian became even more assertive.

The steam filled the bathroom, and noises echoed for a while.

By the time Maja was carried out, she was as limp as a noodle.

When she was tucked into bed, sensing that Ian wanted to continue, she frowned, rolling over.

"I'm tired."

Ian wasn't about to let her go; after all, the night was still young.

But Maja was already asleep, as if the tantalizing male body before her held no appeal whatsoever.

She was just completing a ten-times task.

Ian, who had been pursued numerous times, was somewhat impatient with rejecting the opposite sex, but he was somewhat unhappy when someone showed no interest in him at all.

“Penny?”

He called out, pinching her face.

Maja frowned in her sleep and swatted his hand away.

Ian had no choice but to lie down.

His feelings for this woman were strange, like an itch born from the bones.

Wanting to scratch, yet unable to reach.

So he was often restless, and that itch affected his mood.

All these years, he had made every right judgment in business, making his opponents tremble at the mere mention of his name, but when facing her, he seemed to lose control.

"Did you realize halfway that you're falling for her?"

Tyler, being a scriptwriter, always found the sharpest angle when it came to affairs between men and women.

“No.”

Ian’s denial came very quickly.

Tyler's approach was different from Ian's; he was more casual about these relationships; if he liked them, he brought them home, and he didn’t care much about their feelings. After all, they were seeking resources from him; it was just a transaction.

Tyler flicked off the ash and asked, "So why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

Ian was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What do you think of me?"

"What?" This question confused him; were they discussing a friend in the middle of the night?

"Ian, I'm not a woman; how would I know how you're doing? Why don't you ask Penny directly? Are you afraid she's not satisfied with you? I have some pills here."

Before he could finish, Ian had hung up.

Tyler called back, but Ian had already turned off his phone.

How strange.