Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 837

Chapter 837

Maja was on the brink of losing her mind. His laid–back attitude was only going to make his back injury worse.

Maria was anxious as hell at the side.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, what do we do now?”

Maja’s heart was racing. Without hesitation, she hoisted him up and said, “lan, your back is pretty messed up, take the fever reducer first.”

lan’s eyes were hazy, a combo of being drunk and having a fever, his brain was foggy.

Maja shoved the pill into his mouth, and to keep him from spitting it out, she jammed it straight down his throat this time,

Just as she tried to pull her finger out, he bit down on it.

Maja’s heart raced, and just as she was about to scream, he bit down on her other finger.

His warm and moist mouth made her cheeks burn.

Maria was still there and she freaked out and immediately pushed him away.

She grabbed a tissue from the side and wiped off the saliva on her fingertips, her face as dark as a pot’s bottom.

lan, however, was all over her again.

“Maja, do you despise me?”

“No, I don’t.”

kiss that part of

That bastard!

at Maria, who was awkwardly trying to find a place to

rest, I’ll wait for the doctor here.”

nodded, left the fever reducer on the coffee table, and dashed off. Maja was worried that if she stayed, lan would say even more embarrassing things.

left, she uncovered his mouth.

saying such

gritted her teeth.

innocent, seemingly unaware that he had pissed her off, just giving her

looked at his face, sighed, and silently waited

lay on the couch, his swollen back injury exposed. He hooked one of her fingers

later, the doctor arrived and

now and you

“Alright.”

left, Maja was about to go upstairs, but lan followed

and he could only sleep face–down and not on the couch. Otherwise, the housemaid would find a half–naked man on the

it were his own, fell face–first onto the

him, feeling annoyed. The stench of alcohol on him was repulsive, so she grabbed a towel

certain part of him, he slowly opened his eyes, staring deeply

was sober, but he just murmured, “It’s

fingers stiffened, and she retorted harshly, “Just

39–degree fever, and yet he can still

say anything else, buried his head

finished cleaning his body, she went to the guest room to rest.

the bed, she was still agitated. She

and his shameless words were downright unacceptable.

him out first thing in the

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