Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1305

Zoey's heart skipped a beat as she saw the name scribbled on the note—it was that man.

"Cousin, what's up? Coming over now? But what if I don't want to? It's not like you need to meddle in my business. The family dinner is all about you anyway. It won't matter if I show up or not."

The man brushed against Zoey casually, smirking as he noticed her shivering with fear.

"Besides, I found a pretty little thing on my way over. Haven't had a taste yet, and I sure ain't eager to leave her behind."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds before the voice inquired, "Who's going to clean up your mess this time?"

Enraged, the man holding Zoey roughly tore at her dress.

"What do you mean clean up my mess? Born into this family, I can do as I please. You don't play, so don't dictate how I live! Don't think I'm oblivious to everyone kissing your feet. Without the power in your hands, they'd never grovel at your feet."

"Let go of me! Let me go!"

Zoey struggled fiercely, eventually tumbling out of the man's arms and collapsing onto the floor.

The man clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I'd advise you to be obedient. I'm not above getting rough with a lady. If you don't satisfy me, I swear I'll end you tonight."

Every word he spoke was overheard by the man in the suit on the other end of the line, who frowned deeply as he recognized Zoey's voice.

But Zoey was supposed to be safe in the car.

"Suit yourself," he said curtly before hanging up.

Meanwhile, Zoey clutched her dress tightly, her face pale as death.

The man crouched down and pulled her to her feet.

"Lucky you, catching my eye. Hurry up, and when we're done, I'll give you $300,000."

The figure stung Zoey to the core.

Unable to stand it any longer, she slapped him across the face and fled in disarray.

Stunned, the man touched his cheek and spat bitterly after a long pause.

"Damn, got nothing and caught a slap for my troubles."

Zoey's ordeal that night was harrowing. When she realized he wasn't following her, her legs nearly gave way.

After a relatively smooth journey home, she couldn't help but clutch her blanket tightly and sob into her pillow once she lay in bed.

Maja's vision hadn't returned yet.

Since coming back from the office, Ian had been taking care of her, even bringing her a bowl of homemade chicken soup.

She wanted to feed herself, but he insisted gently, "Open up."

Reluctantly, she complied, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Ian seemed downcast. Shouldn't he be happy she was recovering?

After the meal, Ian went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Maja reached for her phone and sent him a voice message.

[Ian, is there something you're not telling me?]