Female Novel
Chapter 1385
Maja approached the bed and trailed her fingers from his chest downward, causing Ian’s breathing to
became erratic as he watched her intently.
When she touched him more intimately, his voice shifted in pitch—
A wave of satisfaction washed over his handsome face, marked by his striking features.
Despite Maja’s lack of experience, and perhaps due to Ian’s excitement, the intensity of their encounter
only lasted half an hour.
But he didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest; sweat glistened on his chest as his fingers entwined
with hers.
"Maja, you're incredible."
The words made Maja the one feeling awkward. She pulled her hand away.
"Once your wound is completely healed, we'll figure out how to deal with Phelps. He probably knew the
place has been destroyed by now."
Ian sat on the edge of the bed, catching his breath, and his already remarkable features were even
more compelling.
"Okay."
At breakfast time, some core members of the fight club surrounded the dining table, with Nydia being
the notably essential.
This was the first time Nydia had seen Ian since his injury, as Maja had been guarding him too close
over the past few days.
Nydia wanted to speak with Maja, but Maja was quietly cutting her food with a knife and fork, looking as
if she didn't want to engage with anyone.
Nydia instantly understood. Though it was a tactic she had discussed with Ian, she had indeed pulled
the trigger and hurt him.
Until Ian's wounds were healed, Maja wouldn't let go of that grudge.
But, after all, she was the future lady of the mansion, so Nydia took the initiative to break the ice.
"Maja, you haven't been down to the three levels beneath the fight club, have you? The stakes downnovelbin
there are life and death, and Ian used to fight people there."
Maja's utensils halted, and she furrowed her brows.
"Why would he fight there?"
"Don't you know? Besides being the boss of this underground, he's also known as Barlow, a famed
boxer. Very few know of this alias. Those who talk about him say he's reckless of death, but in this
gambling casino, who isn't? Though wild as they are, none are daring as Ian. You haven’t heard how
he..."
Before she could finish, she noticed Ian beside Maja, desperately winking and gesturing for her to stop.
Nydia, who hadn't been in a relationship for over a decade, had forgotten what it felt like to be in love,
let alone the fact that when you love someone, you wouldn’t want them participate in such life-
threatening games.
She had intended to get closer to Maja over Ian’s antics, but now she realized she had made a blunder.
She glanced secretively at Maja, whose expression was indeed far from pleased; Maja was gripping
her knife and fork tightly.
Then Nydia heard her ask Ian in an icy tone.
"So, you often fought in person?"
"No, that's all in the past," Ian replied quickly.
Worried she wouldn’t believe him, he quickly took her hand. "Really, Barlow is just a nickname from my
youth."
"You're old now?"
Her tone turned even colder.
For that moment, Ian was at a loss for words and looked towards Nydia.
Nydia quickly lowered her head, pretending to focus on her food, not wanting to get involved.
Maja set down her utensils with a clatter.
"Have you fought in the ring since we met?"
Ian was about to deny it, but then he remembered that he indeed had been.
But he stood firm.
"No, I haven't. Trust me."
No sooner had he spoken than a glass of juice splashed onto his face.
Maja was visibly shaken with anger. She couldn't understand it. Ordinary people cherished their lives,
yet Ian always sought out these deadly thrills.
It was impossible to imagine the dangers within the lawless fighting rings.
He lived a life of luxury, still craved the bitter taste of a life on the knife's edge.
Ian didn't dare say another word, just wiping the juice from his face.
Maja stood up and left the place.
After she stormed out, the others dared to check on Ian.
Truth be told, in all their years at the fight club, they had never seen anyone bold enough to splash the
boss in the face like that.
They thought Ian would be furious. But to their surprise, Ian just pulled out a napkin and spoke with a
calm voice.
"What are you staring at? Got food on my face?"