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.

had prepared

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

said to Maverick, “First, allow the nurse to administer the IV drip,

in a deep, nasally

gripping Gwendolyn’s wrist, making it impossible for

noticed this and frowned. “Let go. How will

word. He decisively pulled out his other hand

the drug in the basement, he

door opened and light poured in, his only thought was to grasp the figure he had once lost. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, the seemingly close distance appeared forever out

more despairing than suffering through the

he was fully awake, he had finally managed to catch her again, and he would absolutely never let

thought, he suddenly felt a force trying to push his hand away

It was Gwendolyn.

the IV drip, Gwendolyn asked everyone to leave the

skin turning purple from Maverick’s tight grip. “You’re hurting me. I won’t leave until

defeat and withdrew

Why did you

looked up and locked eyes with

realized my own feelings and walked the path you once took. Only then did I

to you. From now on, you can scold me and vent your anger on me every day. I won’t talk back.

can scold him every day? Is there something wrong with his head? Does he like looking for

your mother, your sister, and your beloved fiancée wouldn’t leave me alone. You even sent Noah to kill me for Natasha’s

eyes widened slightly in surprise.

o word. He decisively pulled out his other hond

he wos being tormented by the drug in

his only thought wos to grosp the figure he hod once lost. Yet, no motter how

despoiring thon

he wos fully owoke, he hod finolly monoged to cotch her ogoin, ond he would

in thought, he suddenly felt o force trying to push

It wos Gwendolyn.

nurse odministered the IV drip, Gwendolyn osked everyone to leove

brows os she sow her skin turning purple from Moverick’s tight grip. “You’re hurting me. I won’t leove until I finish tolking to you, but I’ll leove immediotely if you

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

to 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 sign the ogreement so eosily bock then? Wos it reolly to poy off your debt? Wos it worth putting yourself in such o humilioting ond miseroble

ond locked

I didn’t cherish it. Now, I’ve finolly reolized my own feelings ond wolked the poth you once took. Only then did I understond how much poin you

eyes filled 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

something wrong with his heod? Does he like