Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1282

"Ian, I'm hungry."

She fumbled for the staircase beside her, intending to make her way downstairs.

Instead, Ian came closer, scooped her up bridal style.

"I'll carry you down to prevent any accidents."

"Alright."

She nodded, obediently letting him hold her, smelling that distinct cool scent of his that always reassured her.

When they reached the living room downstairs, her hand felt around the table.

Soon a meal of light dinner was served in front of her.

Ian picked up the spoon, "Let me feed you."

"Alright."

She smiled, opening her mouth to accept the food.

After they finished, Ian helped her back upstairs to rest.

"Ian, didn't you say it was daytime? Can I sit on the couch for a bit?"

She wasn't ready to sleep yet.

"Maja, you need to rest. It will help your eyes recover quicker."

"Okay then."

She didn't say anything else, allowing him to guide her to the bedroom. Once she was on the bed, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I can't sleep alone. Can you stay with me?"

"I'll be right back. I have some work to take care of."

"Oh, then go ahead."

Maja let go of his waist, listening to the sound of his footsteps slowly fading.

She frowned, inhaling deeply. The room was filled with the same scent, a fragrance everywhere.

She slowly squatted down, her fingertips grazed the floor, her body stiffened.

The stuff in Greenfield Gardens was her design, she knew every detail by heart, especially the flooring of Greenfield Gardens.

It was a wooden floor she had personally found in Crystalbrook Valley, a rare find that sold out every year.

She had made several trips to Crystalbrook Valley for this batch of wood flooring.

Now, the room she was in was very similar to Greenfield Gardens.

Especially the comfort of the bed, the details of the doors and dining table were identical to Greenfield Gardens.

These international brands were easy to find, but the wooden floor was hard to come by.

This was not Greenfield Gardens, someone had created a house similar to Greenfield Gardens for her.

The man she just met was not Ian, but someone pretending to be him.

His cool scent was identical to Ian's, but with an artificial, deliberate aroma.

Maja was panicked for a moment, her complexion changed, but she continued to explore the room.

She found the layout of this room was identical to Greenfield Gardens, even the fabric of the curtains was the same.

If she hadn't noticed the peculiarities of the floor, she would never have discovered the truth.

Her palms were sweaty, but she had no choice but to lie down on the bed, pretending she hadn't noticed.