Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1091

In the darkness, Eric didn’t respond.

Half an hour later, he slowly stood up and opened the door to his room.

When the lights from the outside flooded in, he took a step back as though startled by the sudden brightness.

Patric let out another scoff, but Eric didn’t engage him.

He descended the stairs to find Maja still sprawled on the couch.

She wasn’t asleep, just staring blankly at the ceiling

Battling his discomfort. Eric discarded the IV bags and needles in the trash and then took the garbage outside

When he returned, his back was slick with cold sweat

He moved towards the kitchen, skillfully grabbing a bag of rice, and started to prepare porridge.

Rolling up his sleeves, he made a few simple side dishes

some time, when the porridge cooled a bit, he served

in her stomach had subsided, but she was

help you sit

helped her

fingers were trembling slightly. He even had a

pushed the porridge and side dishes closer to

lowered his head, scooped up some porridge with a spoon, and brought it to

causing the spoon’s contents to scatter on

he promptly placed the spoon back in the bowl, wiped up the spilled porridge with a paper towel, and

her again, but his hand

frowned Had he been in this state while

four or five more times, finally dropping the spoon

today

room, calling in a housemaid on his way

stomach; if she didn’t have something light soon, she’d probably pass out from the pain.

her gaze drifted

each step painstakingly slow. He was a far cry from the assertive, energetic man she

sense of impending doom emanating from

this state, he was still apologizing, still speaking to her in

an indescribable sense of sadness

of poignancy seeing the man they admired during

though he wasn’t walking up the stairs