Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1091

In the darkness, Eric didn’t respond.

Half an hour later, he slowly stood up and opened the door to his room.

When the lights from the outside flooded in, he took a step back as though startled by the sudden brightness.

Patric let out another scoff, but Eric didn’t engage him.

He descended the stairs to find Maja still sprawled on the couch.

She wasn’t asleep, just staring blankly at the ceiling

Battling his discomfort. Eric discarded the IV bags and needles in the trash and then took the garbage outside

When he returned, his back was slick with cold sweat

He moved towards the kitchen, skillfully grabbing a bag of rice, and started to prepare porridge.

Rolling up his sleeves, he made a few simple side dishes

After some time, when the porridge cooled a bit, he served it to Maja.

Maja couldn’t get up, the pain in her stomach had subsided, but she was still weak

help you sit up, he

went over and helped her to

sure if it was her imagination, but she thought his fingers were trembling slightly. He even had a band–aid wrapped around one of them Had he cut himself while preparing the meal?

the porridge and side dishes closer to

porridge with a spoon, and brought it

visibly shaking, causing the spoon’s contents to scatter on the floor.

the spoon back in the bowl, wiped up the

this, he tried to feed her again, but his hand was still shaking.

he been in this state while

finally dropping the spoon in defeat, his voice

today I’ll have someone else feed you.”

left the room, calling in

stomach; if she didn’t have something light soon, she’d probably pass out

of bites, her gaze

up, each step painstakingly slow. He was a far cry from the assertive, energetic man

of impending doom emanating from

apologizing, still speaking to her in a soft,

Maja felt an indescribable

poignancy seeing the man they admired

though he wasn’t walking up the stairs but rather stepping into the jaws

talking

Give it to me, and I promise you won’t be disappointed. Aren’t you just afraid that I’ll hurt Maja? I swear, as

took Eric a full ten minutes to reach

sweaty, his lips dry