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.

had prepared mentally were now completely

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nurse, she said to Maverick, “First, allow the nurse to administer the IV drip, or we have nothing to

a deep, nasally

tightly gripping Gwendolyn’s wrist, making it impossible

also noticed this and frowned. “Let go. How will you receive the IV

his other hand from under the blanket

the drug in the basement,

and light poured in, his only thought was to grasp the figure he had once lost. Yet, no matter

more despairing than

managed to catch her again, and he would absolutely never let

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It was Gwendolyn.

IV drip, Gwendolyn asked

grip. “You’re hurting me. I won’t leave until

hesitated for a moment but eventually admitted defeat

proud person, but I don’t understand you. Why did you agree to sign the agreement so easily back then? Was it really to pay off your debt? Was it

up and locked

soul, but I didn’t cherish it. Now, I’ve finally realized my own feelings

can scold me and vent

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