The Ex and Her Riches

Elven could not come up with an answer, and Gwendolyn said nothing more. “Forget it. Let’s go and see what’s wrong with him.”

She casually tidied up her table and drove to the hospital.

In the hospital room.

A certain someone had wrapped themselves up like a burrito, burying their head deep into the blanket.

The nurse sighed as she looked at him, “Mr. Wright, you still have a fever. Wrapping yourself in a blanket will make it hard for you to breathe, and… Please just let me give you an IV drip!”

No matter how the medical staff and Ryan persuaded him, the bundle on the bed stubbornly refused to respond.

Gwendolyn immediately saw this peculiar scene after entering and let out a mocking laugh.

“Oh, my. I’m afraid tomorrow’s news will be about the former CEO of Wright Construction Group committing suicide due to refusing an IV drip.”

Upon seeing her arrival, Ryan respectfully greeted her, “Ms. Shalders.”

Gwendolyn gave a slight nod in response and walked over to Maverick’s bedside.

Before she could say anything more, the “burrito” suddenly reached out and firmly grabbed her wrist.

Maverick poked his head out from under the blanket. Due to his fever, his dark eyes were misty and lacked their usual domineering coldness. Instead, he appeared somewhat vulnerable and pitiful.

He gazed at Gwendolyn’s face intently, making sure he had not grabbed the wrong person.

From now on, he would never mistake her for another person again.

“Gwendolyn, you’re finally here. I didn’t see you when I woke up. I missed you.”

His voice was a little nasally because of the fever, sounding somewhat soft and even carrying a hint of a coy tone.

The medical staff present and Ryan were both puzzled.

“Is this the same man who had a fierce and menacing expression on his face ten minutes ago, as if he wanted to devour someone? Didn’t his attitude change too quickly?

”

His words sent a chill down Gwendolyn’s spine. “Did the fever fry your brain? You can’t use it anymore after it’s broken, so you should throw it away.”

Maverick was speechless.

emotions he had prepared mentally were now completely

with you in private for a

she said to Maverick, “First, allow the nurse to administer

said in a deep, nasally

gripping Gwendolyn’s wrist,

“Let go. How will you receive

did not say a word. He decisively pulled out his other hand from under the blanket while clutching Gwendolyn’s

drug in the basement, he felt

grasp the figure he had once lost. Yet, no

despairing than suffering through the

that he was fully awake, he had finally managed to catch her again, and he would absolutely never let

force trying

It was Gwendolyn.

drip, Gwendolyn

turning purple from Maverick’s tight grip. “You’re hurting me. I won’t leave until I finish talking to you,

admitted defeat

don’t understand you. Why did you agree to sign the agreement so easily back then? Was it really to pay off

looked up and locked

heart and soul, but I didn’t cherish it. Now, I’ve finally realized my own feelings and walked the path you once took. Only then did I understand how much pain you must have felt back

thoughtless with my words in the past and have said many hurtful things to you. From now on, you can scold me and vent your anger on me every day. I won’t talk back. Whatever I owe you, even if it’s just a single sentence, I’ll make it up to you! Can you give

day? Is there something wrong with his head? Does he

thought we would just be strangers to each other, but your mother, your sister, and your beloved fiancée wouldn’t leave me alone. You even sent Noah to kill me for

in surprise. “Wait, what did you just

pulled out his other hond

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to grosp the figure he hod once

even more despoiring thon suffering through

hod finolly monoged to cotch

he suddenly felt o force trying to push his

It wos Gwendolyn.

odministered the IV drip,

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for o moment but eventuolly odmitted defeot ond withdrew his hond under her cold

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up ond locked eyes

me your whole heort ond soul, but I didn’t cherish it. Now, I’ve finolly reolized my own feelings ond wolked the poth you once took. Only then did I understond how much poin you must

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