Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1373

Ian rose to his feet, his gaze lingering on her for a moment.

"Did you know," he began after a few seconds, "that seven floors down, it's all my turf?"

Maja was taken aback. "???"

The truth was, she had no idea.

With a clap of his hands, Ian summoned two men who looked like bodyguards from outside.

"Go find the phone. If it’s broken, get it fixed, and bring it back to me when it's as good as new."

Feeling uneasy, Maja instinctively wanted to protect Phelps's secrets. She couldn't explain her own behavior, feeling like a puppet on strings.

Ian's fingers grazed her head gently, helping her into her clothes.

She was at a loss for words, overwhelmed with guilt and fear, and deep inside, she felt a sharp, piercing pain.

The bodyguards returned after ten minutes with a report.

"Mr. Raymond, the phone was found quite a distance away. It's been taken for repairs," one of them informed.

Ian nodded, lighting a cigarette with his fingertips, and called for his private doctor.

After examining Maja, the doctor’s brow furrowed.

"Ms. Pennyfeather's vitals are all normal, she seems quite healthy," he announced.

Leaning against the nearby window, cigarette in hand, Ian's tone was casual. "You may leave. Get someone who understands psychology."

"Mr. Raymond, the world's most skilled hypnotists can create a perfect dream with the aid of drugs. Without life-altering shock, she won't wake up. Now, she'll cling to the one who commands her, mistaking it for love. Deep down, she might feel sorry for you and even guilty; she's tormented inside. Sadly, she's unaware of her suffering, much like an addict who feels remorse with every moment of clarity, but once ensnared, sees the world in chaos."

He spoke while observing Maja, seated on the bed, clad in a white velvet loungewear, looking innocent and docile.

"What kind of life-altering shock are you referring to?" Ian asked, his voice hoarse as he tossed away the cigarette butt.

"Well, it would probably take her nearly losing her life to possibly snap out of it. But could you bear that?"

Of course, he couldn't. That's precisely why Phelps had dared to send her back.

Given Ian's nature, he would have preferred to keep her safe and cherished, never risking her getting hurt.

"Is there no other way?"