Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1093

When Phelps walked in, the sight that greeted him was rather unsettling.

He immediately put his medical skills to use, bandaging Ian's palm.

Throughout the process, Ian was as still as a statue, neither moving nor speaking, as if the blood seeping from his palm didn't belong to him.

Fitch watched from the sideline, a knot of discomfort forming in his chest.

He was never one to fuss over women like Ian did. Women held a low priority in his life, and seeing Ian's state only reaffirmed his resolve to avoid becoming entangled in matters of the heart.

To him, women were simply for enjoyment, to be replaced when the novelty wore off. He'd simply marry into another influential family when the time was right.

A marriage of equals, where both families could support each other.

That was the best choice for a mature man.

Falling in love with a woman who didn't match his social status was akin to charity work.

Fitch was adamant about not making such a foolish mistake.

Ian's hand was now neatly bandaged, and Phelps sighed in relief.

"Be careful next time. If a shard had cut an artery, I would've had to save your life."

The word 'save' easily led one to think of Holden's death.

Afraid of touching a sore spot, Phelps quickly changed the topic.

"This champagne has quite the aroma, Tyler. How long have you had this?"

"You have a good nose, and it's a 1907 Blanc de Blancs. I could never bring myself to open it before."

Tyler refilled Ian's glass and gently pushed it towards him.

Ian picked up the glass, taking a sip.