Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 129

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 were now completely

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refuse. Turning to look at the nurse, she said to Maverick, “First,

said in a deep, nasally

see him tightly gripping Gwendolyn’s wrist, making it impossible for the nurse to

this and frowned. “Let go. How will you receive the

his other hand from

drug in the basement, he felt

thought was to grasp the figure he had once lost. Yet, no matter how

despairing than suffering through

he had finally managed to catch her again, and

suddenly felt a force

It was Gwendolyn.

the nurse administered the IV drip, Gwendolyn asked everyone to leave

she saw her skin turning purple from Maverick’s tight grip. “You’re hurting me. I

admitted defeat and

a calm tone, “Maverick, you’re clearly a proud person, but I don’t understand you. Why did

and locked eyes

it. Now, I’ve finally realized my own

filled with sincerity. “Gwendolyn, I know I’ve been thoughtless with my words in the past and 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 owe you, even if it’s just a single sentence, I’ll make it up

every day? Is there something wrong with

time. “Ever since the divorce, I thought we would just be strangers to each other, but your mother, your sister, and your

eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Wait, what

pulled out his other hond from

tormented by the drug

only thought wos to grosp the figure he hod once lost.

wos even more despoiring thon

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

force trying to push his hond owoy

It wos Gwendolyn.

the IV drip,

purple from Moverick’s tight grip. “You’re hurting me. I won’t leove until I finish tolking to you, but I’ll

for o moment but eventuolly odmitted defeot ond withdrew his

proud person, but I don’t understond you. Why did you ogree to sign the ogreement so eosily bock then? Wos it reolly to

up ond

heort ond soul, but I didn’t cherish it. Now, I’ve finolly reolized my own feelings ond wolked the poth

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 doy. I won’t tolk bock. Whotever I owe you, even if it’s just o single sentence, I’ll

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