Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1493

Maja's face drained of color in an instant. What memory had he unearthed that filled him with such loathing for Ian? Hadn't he already taken over this body completely? Was Eric truly gone forever?

Frozen in place as if someone had struck her with a paralyzing spell, Maja stood motionless.

Patric let out a mocking chuckle. "Beat it, go take a nap on the bed or something."

"I need the antidote."

Her tone turned icy and stubborn.

"There's no antidote. Let that little brat die."

That sentence struck a nerve in Maja, reminding her of the child she had lost. She lunged at him, and clawed at his throat with her hands.

But her panic over what she'd just ingested was overwhelming; she even started to feel a pain in her stomach.

"The antidote, give it to me!"

Patric didn't struggle, aware that Maja barely had any strength.

Desperate, she started ransacking the table for the antidote, but there were too many bottles and jars—no way to know which one was the cure.

Patric dusted off the imaginary dirt from his shoulders with a nonchalant air.

"I haven't made the antidote yet, and you're running out of time."

Maja's mind buzzed; with her legs giving out, she collapsed to the floor.

Kneeling beside her, Patric looked at her dazed expression and suddenly reached out to touch her cheek.

"Don't touch me!"

She slapped his hand away as if it were something vile.

Patric found her reaction amusing and let out a few laughs before anger tinged the corners of his eyes.

"So who can touch you? Ian can, huh? Makes sense, after all, you've got his kid. I wonder how many times you've been together."

"It's none of your business!"

"Maja, you really don't want to rile me up."

He grabbed her hand and ripped open the shirt she was wearing.