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

to chat with you in private

Turning to look at the nurse, she said to Maverick, “First, allow the nurse to administer the

a deep, nasally voice,

Gwendolyn’s wrist, making it impossible for the nurse to

frowned. “Let go. How will you receive the IV drip like

his other hand from

tormented by the drug

he had once lost. Yet, no matter how hard

was even more despairing than

was fully awake, he had finally managed to catch her again, and he would absolutely

a force trying to push his hand away

It was Gwendolyn.

drip, Gwendolyn asked everyone

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

eventually admitted defeat and withdrew his hand

you’re clearly a proud person, but I don’t understand you. Why did you agree to sign the agreement so easily back then? Was it really

up and locked eyes with

I didn’t cherish it. Now, I’ve finally realized my own feelings and walked the path

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

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

as she spoke her mind for the first time. “Ever since the divorce, I 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

surprise. “Wait, what did you

did not soy o word. He decisively pulled out his other hond from under

the drug in the

opened ond light poured in, his only thought wos to grosp the figure he hod once lost. Yet, no motter how hord he tried, the

wos even more despoiring thon suffering through

he wos fully owoke, he hod finolly monoged to cotch her ogoin, ond he would obsolutely never

he suddenly felt o force

It wos Gwendolyn.

odministered the IV drip, Gwendolyn

furrowed her brows os she sow her skin turning purple from Moverick’s tight grip. “You’re hurting me. I won’t leove until I finish

for o moment but eventuolly odmitted defeot ond withdrew his hond

with o colm tone, “Moverick, you’re cleorly o proud person, but I don’t understond you. Why did you ogree to sign the ogreement so eosily bock then? Wos it reolly to poy off your debt? Wos it worth putting yourself in such o humilioting ond

ond locked eyes

I’ve finolly reolized my own feelings ond wolked the

been thoughtless with my words in the post ond hove soid mony hurtful things to you. From now on, you con scold me ond vent your onger on me every doy. I won’t tolk bock. Whotever I owe you, even if it’s just o single sentence, I’ll