Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 63
Maja walked out not far with an umbrella, and the trousers were already wet a lot. A car slowly pulled up beside her, honking
twice.
She thought it was Samuel again, her eyes already showing a hint of impatience.
The car window was opened a little, but Connie’s voice came from inside. “Hurry up and get in the car. If you drive now, you’ll
definitely hit traffic. There are many people outside.” Maja glanced at where she parked, indeed it was crowded. The rain was
coming down harder. She didn’t refuse this time, thanked Connie and slid into the car.
The rain and dampness were left outside, making the car interior eerily quiet.
Maja thought this was the Raymond family’s car picking up Connie, but to her surprise, the driver in the was lan’s driver. She saw
lan sitting by the window, fingers pinching the documents, his gaze distant, lost in thought.
Fortunately, there was Connie in the car/so the atmosphere would’ve been awkward.
Connie’s tiny cheeks were full of excitement,
“You know you’re famous now. Mia used to be so proud, now she’s been hauled off to the police station. Mia must be anxious
now.”
“And the principal and the director, who would’ve thought? They act all high and mighty but have such activities in private. It’s
really disgusting!”
Connie couldn’t resist nudging lan. When his cold gaze met hers, she looked at him expectantly, lan, Mia will definitely complain
to her brother about this. Please don’t let Penny suffer because of it, okay?”
Maja was slightly touched, she just felt that Connie was a really innocent girl, after going through so much, it was the first time
someone protected her face to face. lan furrowed his brows slightly, but still said one word “okay”.
Connie’s face lit up at his answer. When the car pulled up to her house, she took the umbrella from the driver and remembered
to turn around and remind him.
“Please drop Penny off then, lan. She taught me how to paint and I won first place because of her. She’s my teacher, you need to
be nice to her.”

She was like a little sparrow.
Once the little sparrow left, the atmosphere in the car became heavy.
Maja couldn’t help but sit up straight, noticing lan’s hand resting on the documents, his fingers slender and beautiful.
She stared at his hand, lost in thought.
His fingertips tapped lightly on the documents. “Fascinated?” he asked.
Only then did Maja realize she had been staring at his hand for a minute. Hearing his question, she looked up at him and smiled
openly.
“Mr. Raymond, your hands are indeed beautiful, it’s hard not to want to draw them.”
To an artist, hands are the second face of a person, and in figure drawing, hands are the hardest part to portray.
So Maja had developed a habit of observing people’s hands.
lan seemed cold. His wrist was long and clean, every part perfect. His fingertips moved gently when he was thinking, reminding
her of a first love.
For those who paint, he was the best painting material. If the person was not the object of Maja’s affection, they would just be
another being in her eyes, without gender.
In her view, there was only the distinction of whether they were suitable to be drawn or not. So she didn’t understand that a
woman staring intently at a man could be a subtle form of seduction.