Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 63

Maja walked out not far with an umbrella, and the trousers were already wet a lot. A car slowly pulled up beside her, honking twice.

She thought it was Samuel again, her eyes already showing a hint of impatience.

The car window was opened a little, but Connie's voice came from inside. "Hurry up and get in the car. If you drive now, you'll definitely hit traffic. There are many people outside."

Maja glanced at where she parked, indeed it was crowded. The rain was coming down harder. She didn't refuse this time, thanked Connie and slid into the car.

The rain and dampness were left outside, making the car interior eerily quiet.

Maja thought this was the Raymond family's car picking up Connie, but to her surprise, the driver in the was Ian's driver. She saw Ian sitting by the window, fingers pinching the documents, his gaze distant, lost in thought.

Fortunately, there was Connie in the car, so the atmosphere would've been awkward.

Connie's tiny cheeks were full of excitement.

"You know you're famous now. Mia used to be so proud, now she's been hauled off to the police station. Mia must be anxious now."

"And the principal and the director, who would've thought? They act all high and mighty but have such activities in private. It's really disgusting!"

Connie couldn't resist nudging Ian. When his cold gaze met hers, she looked at him expectantly, "Ian, Mia will definitely complain to her brother about this. Please don't let Penny suffer because of it, okay?"

Maja was slightly touched, she just felt that Connie was a really innocent girl, after going through so much, it was the first time someone protected her face to face. Ian furrowed his brows slightly, but still said one word "okay".

Connie's face lit up at his answer. When the car pulled up to her house, she took the umbrella from the driver and remembered to turn around and remind him.

"Mr. Raymond, your hands are indeed beautiful, it's hard not to want to draw them."

To an artist, hands are the second face of a person, and in figure drawing, hands are the hardest part to portray.

So Maja had developed a habit of observing people's hands.

Ian seemed cold. His wrist was long and clean, every part perfect. His fingertips moved gently when he was thinking, reminding her of a first love.

For those who paint, he was the best painting material. If the person was not the object of Maja's affection, they would just be another being in her eyes, without gender.

In her view, there was only the distinction of whether they were suitable to be drawn or not. So she didn't understand that a woman staring intently at a man could be a subtle form of seduction.