Chapter 1398
Her cheeks were ame with embarrassment, and she grabbed a piece of clothing nearby, throwing it
at his face to shield his eyes.
With a swift movement, Ian snatched the clothes and tossed it under the bed.
"I want to see you. Maja, when did you learn to do that? Maja.”
Unable to tolerate it any longer, Maja covered his mouth, only to hear him chuckle lightly and feel him
licking her palm, signaling his yful intention.
The bedroom door had been left ajar, and neither of them noticed the figure pausing at the threshold.
At the touch of the doorframe, Patric''s fingers curled slightly. The sounds from inside were
unmistakable, and after standing there briefly, he silently retreated.
Back in his own room, Patric felt a seething anger spreading through his chest, as if it sought to
evaporate all the moisture from his body.
Especially Maja''s soft moans, they scratched at his heart like a cat''s ws. He rubbed at his temples
before punching the wall beside him.
"Eric?" He mentally called out, but Eric offered no response. Peeling off his jacket, Patric eyed the track
marks on his arms.
"Eric, you heard them, didn''t you? The woman you adore is with your brother. You give them all the
clues, and do they appreciate it? You''re such a coward. If I were you, I''d make sure she never forgets
me!"
Eric and Patric were pr opposites; where Eric was gentle as a stream, Patric was unpredictable as a
storm.
Now, looking at the collection of needle marks, a cold smirk yed across his lips.
"Forget it. It''s pointless talking to you. You never respond unless Maja is near. So, from now on, stay
out of my way!"
Another punch hit the wall, his desire to feel his bones break almost palpable. It was only after a while
that Eric''s faint voice emerged.
"I''ve told you before, those aren''t my feelings."
Patric kicked over the coffee table with frustration, "If they''re not your feelings, then why do I feel such
rage, such disgust at the sound of those two?" Even the memory of it reignited a furious ze within
him.
Eric remained silent.
"Eric, no one can stop what I''m about to do."
He turned coldly and made his way to the bathroom to wash the blood from his fingers, but it was then
that Eric finally spoke up.
"You should go with them to that ce."
"I''m not going."
"Don''t you want to know the real purpose behind the project? Maybe if you go there, meet that person,
and you''ll find out."
Patric''s brow furrowed; he was never good at deciphering Eric''s riddles.
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"Really?"
"Yes."
In an instant, Patric''s fists clenched. If this person was lying to him.
Three dayster.
Ian''s wounds had healed enough that he didn''t have to worry about them reopening, so he decided to
take Maja for a stroll around the undergroundbat pit.
Despite its chaos, as Phelps had said, there was a certain order to thiswless zone, a set of rules that
governed survival.
Maja paused in front of a shop, feeling a gaze fixed on her. But the crowd was too dense, and she
couldn''t pinpoint where it wasing from.
"What''s up?" Ian asked, his ring-adorned hand enveloping hers and lifting it to his lips for a kiss.
Ever since his wounds had healed, every time Maja was in the room, she would inevitably be pulled
into bed, and their days would blur into a haze of passion.
Worried about his non-stop indulgence today, she had insisted on getting out for a bit, hoping to avoid
repeating the wantonness.
"Nothing, I was just considering whether Phelps''s men might be lurking around here already."
No sooner had she spoken than Ian moved closer, his fingers tightly interlocking with hers.
"Maja, I don''t fear whoever''s backing him, nor do I dread his arrival, as long as you''re by my side."
He left his sentence unfinished, and she blushed at the implication. Clearing her throat, she replied, "I
know, I know. Me too."