Chapter 1305


    Zoey''s heart skipped a beat as she saw the name scribbled on the note—it was that man.


    "Cousin, what''s up? Coming over now? But what if I don''t want to? It''s not like you need to meddle in


    my business. The family dinner is all about you anyway. It won''t matter if I show up or not."


    The man brushed against Zoey casually, smirking as he noticed her shivering with fear.


    "Besides, I found a pretty little thing on my way over. Haven''t had a taste yet, and I sure ain''t eager to


    leave her behind."


    There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds before the voice inquired, "Who''s


    going to clean up your mess this time?"


    Enraged, the man holding Zoey roughly tore at her dress.


    "What do you mean clean up my mess? Born into this family, I can do as I please. You don''t y, so


    don''t dictate how I live! Don''t think I''m oblivious to everyone kissing your feet. Without the power in


    your hands, they''d never grovel at your feet."


    "Let go of me! Let me go!"


    Zoey struggled fiercely, eventually tumbling out of the man''s arms and copsing onto the floor.


    The man clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I''d advise you to be obedient. I''m not above getting rough


    with ady. If you don''t satisfy me, I swear I''ll end you tonight."


    Every word he spoke was overheard by the man in the suit on the other end of the line, who frowned


    deeply as he recognized Zoey''s voice.


    But Zoey was supposed to be safe in the car.


    "Suit yourself," he said curtly before hanging up.


    Meanwhile, Zoey clutched her dress tightly, her face pale as death.


    The man crouched down and pulled her to her feet.


    "Lucky you, catching my eye. Hurry up, and when we''re done, I''ll give you $300,000."


    The figure stung Zoey to the core.


    Unable to stand it any longer, she pped him across the face and fled in disarray.


    Stunned, the man touched his cheek and spat bitterly after a long pause.


    "Damn, got nothing and caught a p for my troubles."


    Zoey''s ordeal that night was harrowing. When she realized he wasn''t following her, her legs nearly


    gave way.


    After a rtively smooth journey home, she couldn''t help but clutch her nket tightly and sob into her


    pillow once shey in bed.


    Maja''s vision hadn''t returned yet.


    Sinceing back from the office, Ian had been taking care of her, even bringing her a bowl of


    homemade chicken soup.


    She wanted to feed herself, but he insisted gently, "Open up."


    Reluctantly, sheplied, but she couldn''t shake the feeling that Ian seemed downcast. Shouldn''t he


    be happy she was recovering?


    After the meal, Ian went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.


    Maja reached for her phone and sent him a voice message.


    [Ian, is there something you''re not telling me?]


    [If I''ve done something to upset you, please forgive me.]


    She deliberately softened her tone, still feeling guilty about the ident.


    Ian, busy with the dishes, hadn''t checked his phone. Skipping breakfast and tending to Maja had left


    him with no appetite.


    Maja, hearing the tap run for minutes on end, cautiously made her way to the kitchen.


    "Ian? Did you forget to turn off the faucet?"


    Snapping back to reality, Ian hastily turned off the water.


    "No, just cleaning up."


    As he tried to put the dishes away, his hands shook, and the tes crashed to the floor.


    Maja, at the kitchen doorway, heard the breakage and stepped forward.


    "Don''te in! There are shards all over, you might get cut."


    Ian quickly stopped her, picking up the pieces from the floor.


    Maja expressed her concern, "If you''re not good at dishwashing, let someone else do it. Why bother


    doing it yourself?"


    It wasn''t about washing dishes. Ian feared losing control of his emotions in front of her.


    She might be blind, but she could sense his restlessness.


    "Maja, I''ll clean up the mess on the floor, and then I''ll help you back to the couch."


    He escorted her to the couch, but as he was about to leave, she wrapped her legs around his waist.


    She reached for his tie, pulling him fiercely toward her.


    Ian bent down, their faces inches apart.


    "Ian, I want you."


    Usually, it was Ian who initiated, but this was the first time she''d said those words.


    Ian tensed, acutely aware of the imminent farewell. He wanted to focus on gathering information on BK,


    but the scarce leads had him on edge.


    In the silence, her lips found his throat. He groaned softly.


    "Maja, stop. I need to clean up the kitchen."


    Her lips moved to his, and he cursed quietly, lifting her onto the clean, disinfected dining table.


    Feeling self-conscious, she whispered, "Should we go to the bedroom?"


    "Are you shy now?" Ian teased.


    Maja felt her senses heightened, especially in her blindness.


    "Don''t worry, no one dares to look. I''ll take good care of you."


    The bright lights of the dining room seemed to expose everything, but Ian''s reassuring words were all


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    she needed to let go.