The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 346 The Muse Inspired My Extraordinary Performance

Upon hearing these words, Adrian gave a slight smile. “Indeed, she hast. changed much.”

“Who would have thought that you are such a skilled artist, Dr. Sutton.”

“Truth be told, I’m not much of an artist. I dabble here and there, but I’ve never had formal training. I guess you could say that it was the muse that inspire my exceptional performance.”

Josiah asked, “How old was she at that time?”

“She was in her sophomore year,” Adrian said. “I happened to visit Harborbrook Medical University when I returned to the country for an exchange that year!

Josiah tilted his head to look at the painting, giving a slight nod. “Does this small path still exist in the medical university now?”

“I’m not sure. You should ask Lysander about it.”

Josiah turned around, looking toward Ivsander, who was in the kitchen trying to make herself less noticeable while watching the kettle boil. “Does it?”

Lysander pointed to her throat, indicating she couldn’t speak.

“Oh, I forgot. Your voice hasn’t recovered yet,

Josiah slowly approached, one hand resting on the bar counter. His fingers grazed her neck nonchalantly. “Does it still hurt?”

Lysander frowned in displeasure.

you can’t speak yet, are

environment and procedures, then

After listening,

softly, “Thanks for taking the trouble, Dr.

respond; he simply sat

had bought was placed on the coffee table. He rummaged through it, pulling out a syringe and a tetanus injection. “Lysander, I might

Lysander nodded.

then, the water had started

boiled water to create a drinkable lukewarm mixture. She then carried it to

1/2

he

then rummaged through ti bag to find the antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medicine for

half an hour before taking the

“Got it.”

pill, and popped it into his mouth. He then took a

ה.

was making

hands with alcohol, then proceeded to unpack the syringe and the tetanus shot. Her

syringe’s plunger, the serum began to seep out

signaling that everything was set and he

her intention, Adrian rolled up the sleeves of his

swab, injected the medication, and finally pressed a clean cotton swab on the wound to stop the bleeding. Simultaneously, she covered the used syringe with

pressed a cotton swab to his wound, leaning his head back against the couch. “It hurts

press too hard? It’s been years since I’ve given an

just that I haven’t had an intramuscular

pointed at the wound on his

specifically chosen his uninjured left arm to administe tetanus shot just a while ago. At

Lysander carefully removed the cotton swab, noting that the injection wound had stopped bleeding. Only then did she prepare a fresh alcohol swab. Squatting in front of