Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1368

Ian exhaled a plume of smoke, his voice carrying a nonchalant edge.

"Hey, Phelps, up for a chat?"

On the other end, Phelps's laughter filtered through the line.

"Perfect timing, I've been meaning to talk to you too. Been waiting for you to get back."

After a pause, he glanced at the woman beside him.

"Maja, weren't you waiting for Ian? He's on the line; go ahead and talk to him."

Maja had been engrossed in her novel, but at Phelps's words, her grip on the book tightened momentarily.

She had been longing to see Ian, but now, faced with the opportunity, she wasn't sure what she wanted from the encounter.

It seemed more like stubbornness than desire.

"Dr. Herrington," she began hesitantly.

But Phelps was already placing the phone in her hand. "I'll drive you over later, alright? You wanted to see him, didn't you?"

Ian tensed as he listened to Phelps's words, his smoke-holding fingers stiffening, his frown deepening. What was Phelps playing at?

Yet when he heard Maja's voice, he found himself breathing more carefully.

"Maja?"

No answer came from the other end.

Ian almost burned his fingers with the cigarette, pressing the phone closer.

"Maja?"

After a brief silence, Maja's voice came through. "Um, have you had dinner yet?"

Ian paused, silent for a good fifteen seconds before he asked, "Do you remember those days we spent together at Eric's lodge?"

Blind to the world, he'd snuck in to find her, and they'd spent every night tangled in each other's arms.

"Yeah, I remember," Maja replied coolly. "What about it? Ian, are you coming to see me?"

Ian stayed silent. His senses were sharp; he knew something was off with her.

Those memories were sweet, even embarrassing for them both.

That he was bringing it up now should have made her hesitate or even angry, accusing him of being frivolous.