Love My Ex-Wife 251

Chapter 251 How Is This Not Sweet?

Richard never imagined things would end up like this.

Claire froze mid-action, her glass of water suspended in the air, with one last drop trickling down her lips.

"I... I didn't mean to," Claire stammered.

She truly didn't.

It just so happened Richard spoke up while she was drinking water. And, of all time, Frederick was standing right in front of

her.

Frederick stood there, staring at Claire, his face dark.

Never in his life-not even as a child had anyone ever sprayed him with water like this.

Not even his father, Nathan, had done such a thing to him.

"I... I didn't say anything when I first woke up. I was just so surprised to see you by my bedside. You stayed all night, even though you hate me. How could that be?" Claire hurriedly explained. Chapter 251 How Is This Not Sweet?

Claire's voice trembled as she explained, her earlier anger melting away in an instant.

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But seeing Frederick's face growing darker by the second, her voice trailed off until it was barely audible.

She hadn't realized Frederick's earlier outburst was because he'd feared her silence meant irreversible brain damage from blood loss.

Her heart was inexplicably moved by the thought.

...

Frederick frowned but remained silent. He hadn't expected Claire to doubt that he'd stay by her side.

so much that she'd believe he wouldn't be there, even after she risked her life to shield him from a bullet? "Let

Frederick still stood motionless and silent, Claire reached for

as soon as she moved, the IV

"Ahh!"

Is This

through the IV tube,

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weak, freshly awakened body leaned to the side under the strain

was about to hit the sharp

Richard exclaimed, his heart

table was made of metal, and its edges were sharper

reacted instantly, rushing forward and

"Foolish woman!" Frederick growled.

arms, his

clueless? She almost hurt herself just trying

foolish?" Claire

hurt badly, and Claire's tears were on the verge of falling. Her voice, unintentionally, carried a choked,

to Frederick and even Richard, her tone sounded more like

Is This

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that her voice had sounded so

by Frederick,

the blush spreading from her ears to

to heat up along

Prescott... your IV fluid is almost

voice.

the nurse at the doorway, holding

how

"Oh... okay," Claire stammered.

Frederick away, her

the IV bag and adjusted the needle. Her movements were quick and

the nurse spoke a

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