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Dear Ex-wife Marry Me Novel Full Episode
Just as Maja was about to agree, another car pulled up beside her, and the window rolled down to reveal Samuelâs
face.
âMaja?â
âMr. Brown?â
The last time Ian had caused some trouble for Samuel, but he himself had not gained much from it. After all, he
had gone through a lot of effort, only to chat with Maja for a very short time, so brief it was almost negligible.
Samuel was heartily pleased, but he had been busy lately wrapping up that matter. He had just thought he was
seeing things, but it really was Maja.
Oh, and an annoying Ian.
He immediately got out of his car, pretending not to see Ian.
âI heard youâre negotiating a deal with Coral.â
âYep, Iâve recently taken a liking to a script she has.â
âShe has more than one good script. Thereâs one sheâs been refusing to sell. Itâs probably her best work in years.â
Maja was immediately intrigued, âHow do you know?â
âIâve had dealings with her in the past.â
As for what dealings, he didnât tell her.
âMaja, would you like to grab a bite?â
Samuel had already thrown out the bait, coincidentally the same as Ianâs intention.
Both were inviting her for a meal.
Maja was more interested in Samuelâs bait, and subconsciously wanted to nod.
However, Ian grabbed her wrist.
âGet in my car.â
When Maja sat in the backseat, Samuel quickly got in too. Ian had wanted to claim the seat next to her and leave
Samuel to drive, but he saw through his plan.
He hadnât brought Jeff along this time, so if all three of them went to the back, there would be no one to drive.
Samuel propped his head up with one hand, smug as can be, âWell, then Mr. Raymond, you will have to drive.â
Ianâs face instantly darkened, his fists clenched before he settled in the driverâs seat.
âMaja, come sit in the front.â
Maja knew his temper. If she didnât do as he said, the car would probably stay there all afternoon.
She got out of the car and moved to the passenger seat.
Ian felt much better inside and leaned over to fasten her seatbelt for her.
He caught a whiff of her light fragrance, resisting the urge to lean in closer.
Samuel watched from the back and couldnât help but tease, âDoes it really take three minutes to fasten a seatbelt?
If youâre not handy, Mr. Raymond, I can do it.â
He directly exposed Ianâs ulterior motives.
Ian glanced up, their gazes met in the rearview mirror, sparks flying.
But he didnât say anything, just put the pedal to the metal.
Fifty minutes later, the car pulled up at a suburban hotel.
The moment Samuel got out of the car, he bent over and vomited, his face pale.
âDamn you, Ian. Eight lanes in each direction, and you drive like this. How did you ever get your license?â
Maja stood by, somewhat sympathetic. Ian had driven the car like a roller coaster. All she heard was the sound of
bodies slamming against the windows. Samuel didnât even have time to fasten his seatbelt.
Samuel had wanted to maintain his dignity in front of Maja, but ended up vomiting profusely as soon as he got out
of the car.
Maja sat in the passenger seat, thinking that it was no wonder Ian had fastened her seatbelt so tightly and even
stuffed two cushioned pillows for her.