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

away. She would have to first familiarize herself with the hospital’s environment and procedures, then get to know her new colleagues. There’s no need for her

After listening,

for taking the trouble, Dr.

respond; he simply sat down

the coffee table. He rummaged through it, pulling out a syringe

Lysander nodded.

then, the water

to create a drinkable lukewarm mixture. She then carried it to the living room and

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smile, he

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

First, take the antipyretic, then wait half an hour before

“Got it.”

into his mouth. He then took a sip of warm water

ה.

Lysander was making preparations on the

then proceeded to unpack the syringe

the serum began to seep out from

nod, signaling that everything was set and he could

up the sleeves of

wound to stop the bleeding. Simultaneously, she covered the used

head back against the couch. “It hurts

at him, then typed: Did I press too hard? It’s been years

It’s just that I haven’t had

the

specifically chosen his uninjured left arm to administe tetanus shot just a while ago. At that moment, he was using

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