Dear Ex-wife Marry Me Chapter 818

Chapter 818 

She could only clutch the bedsheet tightly, the veins on her hands clearly visible. But the man’s retreating figure was so sorrowful, so committed 

Selena’s eyes shot towards the ceiling, tears trickling down one by one. 

Yet she still didn’t feel she was wrong. What’s wrong with loving someone? 

From the first day she fell in love with Steve, she decided to pour all her energy into love. 

He didn’t like her. No biggie. There was plenty of time left in life, and he would eventually forget about Lillian. 

He still wasn’t moved after marriage. No worries. She’d have two kids first to keep him around through the children. 

She compromised step by step, never expecting such an outcome in the end. 

Selena felt as if her chest was being shattered, the pain indescribable, for she lay in bed, unable to vent. 

She even forgot about Maja’s existence. Everything she did was to attract Steve’s attention. 

When she discovered how cold Steve was, Maja no longer mattered to her. 

Even if Steve detested her at this moment, to avoid making their son an enemy of the Casson family, he would still visit her regularly. That was enough for her. 

What did it matter if she lost her health? At least she had indeed gained Steve’s care. 

The night grew darker. 

In Greenfield Gardens, lan turned his back to the doctor, his wound already treated. 

He didn’t furrow his brows the whole time, instead thinking about that ring. 

The look on Maja’s face when she saw the ring was still fresh in his mind. After he threw it away, her face instantly turned white, as if she had lost part of her heart. He remembered what his grandfather had said, and perhaps she had someone she liked before. The comers of his mouth twitched up, revealing a sarcastic smile. Better not. If he found out she really had, he’d kill her! 

Just as lan was about to go upstairs to sleep, Jeff walked into the hall. 

“Boss, the ring for Miss Penny is ready.” 

lan’s previous request was: the bigger the diamond on the ring, the better. 

But the stock at home didn’t impress him, so he ordered one from abroad, which had just arrived. 

It even had Maja’s initials engraved on it. 

‘Toss it. 

lan’s tone was devoid of any emotion. Since another man had already given her something like this, it meant she didn’t give a damn about it anymore. Most importantly, she seemed to prefer the one the other man gave. 

Jeff was taken aback, thinking the two might have had another quarrel, so he stopped talking. 

lan walked 

up to his bedroom. 

Her scent still lingered on the bed. 

When a man liked a woman, he will physically react just thinking about her, which will surge from the heart and spread through the whole body. 

Now lying in the sheets full of her scent, he inevitably started to recall certain things. 

That experience wasn’t satisfying enough. 

He rolled over and immediately hugged the pillow she used to sleep on, feeling slightly more comfortable. 

However, he woke up again in the middle of the night, finding himself unable to sleep. 

He got up and opened the door to another room. 

This was the studio he had asked Maja to keep for him. He had spent some time with her here after injuring his head, which was quite sweet for him. 

But now, knowing that he was her ex–husband, thinking back on it, the sweetness was filled with bitterness. 

As if he had eaten all the bitter fruit in the world! 

Samuel was right, and if it wasn’t for the circumstances that day forcing her to reveal her true identity, she might have continued to stay silent! 

This infuriating and detestable woman. 

lan took a deep breath and started to paint. 

His fluctuating emotions gradually calmed down, and the lines under his brush became softer. 

After finishing Maja’s face, he held the brush and admired it for a while. 

He hadn’t painted for a long time. The last time he picked up a brush was when he saw her in Crystalbrook Valley. 

After all, sitting in this position, it’s nearly impossible to carve out time to cultivate these refined interests, especially since the Raymond family always told him that this position was to succeed his brother. He couldn’t let the deceased down. 

Even when painting, he couldn’t be at ease. Once he started holding the brush, Eric’s name would again appear in his ears. 

“Your brother also loved to paint these, lan is your style learned from him?” 

“If it weren’t for saving you, your brother probably wouldn’t have gone to the research institute. Maybe he would have chosen to study art. That boy was excellent at everything” 

These remarks made him detest everything related to Eric. 

But there was nothing wrong with Eric himself, and he was just too favored by heaven, making lan, his brother, seem relatively dull.