Wooing My Ex-Wife

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. The emotions he had prepared mentally were now completely gone. “Gwendolyn, I’d like to chat with you in private for a moment.” Gwendolyn pondered briefly and did not refuse.

Turning to look at the nurse, she said to Maverick, “First, allow the nurse to administer the IV drip, or we have nothing to discuss.” Maverick said in a deep, nasally voice, “Fine.” The nurse immediately stepped forward, only to see him tightly gripping Gwendolyn’s wrist, making it impossible for the nurse to put in the needle. Gwendolyn also noticed this and frowned.

“Let go.

How will you receive the IV drip like this?” Maverick did not say a word.

He decisively pulled out his other hand from under the blanket while clutching Gwendolyn’s wrist with his right. When he was being tormented by the drug in the basement, he felt mentally disoriented. As the basement door opened and light poured in, his only thought was to grasp the figure he had once lost.

Yet, no matter how hard he tried, the seemingly close distance appeared forever out of reach. That feeling was even more despairing than suffering through the sleeping drug. Now that he was fully awake, he had finally managed to catch her again, and he would absolutely never let go. Deep in thought, he suddenly felt a force trying to push his hand away vigorously. It was Gwendolyn. After the nurse administered the IV drip, Gwendolyn asked everyone to leave the room. She furrowed her brows as she saw her skin turning purple from Maverick’s tight grip.

“You’re hurting me.

holding on like this.” Maverick hesitated for a moment but eventually admitted defeat and withdrew his hand under her cold gaze. Gwendolyn sat on the chair next

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