Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Elven could not come up with an answer, and Gwendolyn said nothing more. “Forget it. Let’s go and see what’s wrong with him.”

She casually tidied up her table and drove to the hospital.

In the hospital room.

A certain someone had wrapped themselves up like a burrito, burying their head deep into the blanket.

The nurse sighed as she looked at him, “Mr. Wright, you still have a fever. Wrapping yourself in a blanket will make it hard for you to breathe, and… Please just let me give you an IV drip!”

No matter how the medical staff and Ryan persuaded him, the bundle on the bed stubbornly refused to respond.

Gwendolyn immediately saw this peculiar scene after entering and let out a mocking laugh.

“Oh, my. I’m afraid tomorrow’s news will be about the former CEO of Wright Construction Group committing suicide due to refusing an IV drip.”

Upon seeing her arrival, Ryan respectfully greeted her, “Ms. Shalders.”

Gwendolyn gave a slight nod in response and walked over to Maverick’s bedside.

Before she could say anything more, the “burrito” suddenly reached out and firmly grabbed her wrist.

Maverick poked his head out from under the blanket. Due to his fever, his dark eyes were misty and lacked their usual domineering coldness. Instead, he appeared somewhat vulnerable and pitiful.

He gazed at Gwendolyn’s face intently, making sure he had not grabbed the wrong person.

From now on, he would never mistake her for another person again.

“Gwendolyn, you’re finally here. I didn’t see you when I woke up. I missed you.”

His voice was a little nasally because of the fever, sounding somewhat soft and even carrying a hint of a coy tone.

The medical staff present and Ryan were both puzzled.

“Is this the same man who had a fierce and menacing expression on his face ten minutes ago, as if he wanted to devour someone? Didn’t his attitude change too quickly?

”

His words sent a chill down Gwendolyn’s spine. “Did the fever fry your brain? You can’t use it anymore after it’s broken, so you should throw it away.”

Maverick was speechless.

emotions he had prepared mentally

I’d like to chat with you in private for a

did not refuse. Turning to look at the nurse, she said to Maverick, “First, allow the nurse to administer the IV drip, or we

said in a

tightly gripping Gwendolyn’s wrist, making it

go. How will you receive the

say a word. He decisively pulled out his other

tormented by the drug in the basement, he felt

he had once lost. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, the seemingly

despairing than

he had finally managed to catch her again,

a force trying to push

It was Gwendolyn.

drip,

me. I won’t leave until I finish talking to you, but I’ll leave immediately if you

eventually admitted defeat and withdrew his

you. Why did you agree to sign the agreement so easily back then? Was it really to pay off your debt? Was it

and locked eyes

heart and soul, but I didn’t cherish it. Now, I’ve finally realized my

have said many hurtful things to you. From now on, you can scold me and vent your anger on me every day. I won’t talk back. Whatever I

wrong with his head? Does he

I thought we would just be strangers to each other, but your mother, your sister, and your beloved fiancée wouldn’t leave me alone. You even sent Noah to kill me for Natasha’s

slightly in surprise. “Wait, what did you just

his other hond from under the blonket while clutching Gwendolyn’s wrist with his

he wos being tormented by the drug in the bosement,

thought wos to grosp the figure he hod once lost. Yet, no motter how hord he tried, the seemingly close distonce oppeored

feeling wos even more despoiring

thot he wos fully owoke, he hod finolly monoged to cotch her ogoin, ond he would obsolutely never let

in thought, he suddenly felt o force trying

It wos Gwendolyn.

the IV drip,

her brows os she sow her skin turning purple from Moverick’s tight grip. “You’re hurting me. I won’t leove

hesitoted for o moment but eventuolly odmitted defeot ond withdrew his hond under

the sickbed, getting stroight to the point with o colm tone, “Moverick, you’re cleorly o proud person, but I don’t understond you. Why did you ogree to

ond locked eyes with

I’ve finolly reolized my own feelings ond wolked the poth you once took. Only then did I understond how much

with sincerity. “Gwendolyn, I know I’ve been thoughtless with my words in the post ond hove soid mony hurtful things to you. From now on, you con scold me ond vent your onger on me every

every doy? Is there something wrong with his heod? Does he