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.

wouldn't be there, even after she risked her life to shield him

silent, Claire reached for a tissue to wipe the water off his

soon as she moved, the IV needle

"Ahh!"

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IV tube, making

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to the

hit the sharp metal edge of the bedside

Richard exclaimed, his heart skipping a

metal, and its edges were sharper than regular furniture. If she hit it, she'd be

Frederick reacted instantly, rushing forward and

"Foolish woman!" Frederick growled.

her in his arms, his expression

so clueless? She almost hurt herself just trying to

I foolish?" Claire asked, tears

tears were on the verge of falling. Her

Richard, her tone sounded

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her voice had sounded

now, being held by Frederick,

ears to the base of her

heat up along with her

Prescott... your IV fluid is

voice.

nurse at the doorway, holding

IV bag, unsure of how

"Oh... okay," Claire stammered.

Frederick away, her face so red it looked

the IV bag and adjusted the needle. Her movements were

even the nurse spoke a

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