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Chapter 1144

Ian scooped Maja into his arms, while Omar hopped into the driver's seat and drove off.

If he hadn't caught a glimpse of the glinting muzzle in his rearview mirror, he wouldn't have reacted in

time. Maja had been targeted, and bringing her to Ian was the safest option.

Maja, cradled in his arms, sobered quickly from the sense of weightlessness. A quick glance upward

revealed a familiar jawline, and she skipped a beat.

"Put me down."

Ian's face still bore the mark of a slap, and he gently set her on her feet.

As she tried to walk away, he blocked her path.

"Someone just tried to kill you."

Her steps faltered, and she found it amusing.

She stared at him, a mixture of mockery and even sarcasm in her eyes. "Do you know who tried to kill

me?"

Ian remained silent, and she stepped closer.

"Must be your girlfriend. What you did in the private room tonight, it generated her intent to kill me. The

stab wound on Zoey's abdomen, probably her doing. Now that Mr. Raymond has brought me into

Greenfield Gardens, I guess her revenge will come even sooner."

Maja studied his face carefully, sighing in the end.

"Ian, we're not a good match. I can't handle your temper, and you can't handle mine. Since you've

decided to give it a shot with Judith, you should provide her with more security, so she doesn't feel the

need to take it out on me."

"Maja."

At the mention of her name, Maja's eyes filled with cold determination.

"Also, we're only business partners now. You can call me Ms. Pennyfeather, if you prefer. Ian, let's keep

our dignity intact. There's no need for this to get ugly."

Ian watched as she continued to walk away and quickly followed.

"Maja, I know I messed up this time, but you're also keeping things from me. I only got together with

Judith to make you jealous."

"Enough!"

Maja cut him off sharply.

Ian instantly shut up, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Ian, if you truly loved me, you wouldn't have rushed to Judith the moment we had a disagreement to

spite me. If you truly loved me, you'd have rejected her the instant she called you husband! If you truly

loved me, you'd have listened to my explanation and trusted me! If you had any genuine feelings for

me, you'd have changed your bad temper. Why should everyone else have to accommodate your

feelings? If a man who is courting me took me as his wife, and I openly enjoy the title. How would you

feel? Ian, you never consider things from my side. You didn't even respond when I said Judith wanted

to kill me. You're wavering because you believe I, Maja, don't love you as much, so you think you can

treat me casually."

She had reached the entrance of Greenfield Gardens, but there were no taxis in sight. She had no

choice but to continue walking.

Ian followed, his heart feeling as though it had been punctured.

"I'll change. I will."

He probably didn't know what else to say. After a long moment of silence, he managed to utter these

five words, his eyes reddening as he looked at her.

He reached out, grabbing her wrist. "Maja, as long as you break off with Eric, I'll change everything."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he was slapped again.

"What relationship do I have with Eric?! Stop imposing your ridiculous thoughts on me. I won't bear the

brunt of your misplaced accusations!"

Ian rubbed his stinging cheek, wincing at the pain.

But he caught onto the key point. Maja was saying she didn't know Eric?

So, she was tricked? She didn't know that Patric was Eric?

He moved his mouth, at a loss for words as he looked at the woman before him, her face full of

disappointment.

Guilt, pain, regret, all these emotions tangled in his heart.

Maja was hurting too. Ian's temperament was attractive to young girls.novelbin

Those who hadn't yet stepped into society would see him as a gem. When he cherished you, he could

make you feel on top of the world. When he hurt you, he could still make you feel compassion.

To the outside world, he was a tough wolf, but in front of her, he was like a childish puppy.

But she wasn't his mother. There was no need to tolerate his temper.

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