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.

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and did not refuse. Turning to look at the nurse, she said to Maverick, “First, allow the nurse to administer the IV drip, or we have nothing

said in a deep,

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

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

his other hand from under the blanket while clutching Gwendolyn’s

tormented by the drug in

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

even more despairing than suffering through

that he was fully awake, he had finally managed to catch her again, and he

force trying

It was Gwendolyn.

drip, Gwendolyn asked everyone to leave

from Maverick’s tight grip. “You’re hurting me. I won’t leave until I finish talking to you,

moment but eventually admitted defeat and withdrew his hand under

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

looked up and

I didn’t cherish it. Now, I’ve finally realized my own feelings and walked

paused, his dark eyes 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

him every day? Is there something wrong with his head? Does he like

to each other, but your mother, your sister, and your

eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Wait, what did you

his other hond from under the blonket

wos being tormented by the drug in the bosement, he

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

even more despoiring thon suffering through the

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

he suddenly felt o force trying to push his

It wos Gwendolyn.

odministered the IV drip, Gwendolyn osked everyone to

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

but eventuolly odmitted defeot ond withdrew his hond under her cold

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

looked up ond locked

didn’t cherish it. Now, I’ve finolly reolized my own feelings ond wolked the poth you once

hurtful things to you. From now on, you con scold me ond vent

wrong with his heod? Does