Chapter 596
She felt him about to jam that pigeon egg–shaped ring onto her finger, and her hands instinctively clenched into fists.
lan scowled and immediately forgot to be gentle. He tried to pry her finger open and forced the ring on.
Maja jerked her hand away. The ring flew through the air and landed somewhere unknown.
She didn’t say a word. Neither did lan.
Three minutes was passed before she slightly hunched her shoulders.
“Mr. Raymond, you might be a bit tipsy.”
lan’s eyes were red. He grabbed her chin and kissed her without hesitation.
Maja pushed him away without hesitation and even slapped him.
He sobered up instantly and heard her say, “I have no interest in being anyone’s side chick.”
He rubbed his cheek, unsure how many times she’d slapped him.
Feeling wronged and angry, he asked, “Are you a glutton for punishment? Do you really want to live a hand–to–mouth life with that kind of man?”
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Maja, still holding her clothes, felt like she couldn’t communicate with him.
lan had always had his way since childhood, growing up unbridled and unrestricted, doing whatever he pleased. No one could rein him in. Thinking about it, his parents, Selena Casson and Steve Raymond, had no love for each other. He didn’t learn what love was from them. His grandparents were also indifferent to each other.
lan even had an older brother who was everyone’s favourite. His family preferred his brother, so he was always overlooked.
The Raymond family was indeed wealthy and powerful, able to support him in all his crazy endeavors.
When he couldn’t sense any love from his family, he might as well join the military, where he could unleash his ferocity and madness Before lan became the heir, people said he was a ruthless wolf.
After Eric died, he was forced to put on a facade of sophistication while dealing with people in the business world.
But his nature never changed. He was still the same wolf who knew nothing about emotions.
“Mr. Raymond, who I choose to be with is my business.”
She opened the door nearby, still feeling the pain from being tortured by him in the past few days.
She must have been crazy to have liked him.
Freedom was so close. It was great.
She was jumping for joy inside.
From behind, lan held her, “Penny.”
His chin rested on her shoulder, his voice softer.
“I didn’t mean to make you my side chick. How about 1 be–yours?”
He thought for a moment and added, “It’s okay if you don’t divorce. I’ll still give you money. I like you.“”
Upon hearing his last sentence, Maja didn’t feel happy but horrified.
She struggled to break free.
lan stepped back because of her struggle.
“I don’t like you, Mr. Raymond. You’re drunk. It’s almost dawn. sober up.”
After saying that, she practically ran away.
lan stood in the bedroom, feeling all the alcohol leaving his body because of her departure.
His face darkened, feeling the room’s silence as a slap in his face.
This was the first time he felt both ashamed and heartbroken.
He didn’t understand what he did wrong in these two days of revenge on her. He was already holding back.
What he almost lost was possibly his own life.
How precious was his life that it could be compensated with just two days of torment?
lan didn’t chase after her or turn on the light in the room.
He feared that turning on the light would fill the room with his embarrassment.
He returned to the bed and lay down.
Her scent was still on the pillow. It sobered him up like a cigarette.
Why did he feel that Tyler’s suggestion was useless?
He frowned, hugged a pillow, and fell asleep.
At this moment, Maja was wearing her clothes, not daring to stay in RosenGarden.
She returned to Rosewood Manor in the middle of the night, too scared to stay there because of lan.
If lan knew she was avoiding him like the plague, he might get angry again.
Maja returned to Rosewood Manor, not daring to recall what he had just said.”
She took it as a joke.
Man couldn’t even learn to respect. How could he know what it means to like someone?
He said it himself. It’s just because he felt good, that’s all.
He dared to say he liked her.
Angry, Maja went back to her room in Rosewood Manor. She took out that cherished letter, still with tear stains on it.
This was true affection.
lan’s so–called liking didn’t count for anything.
