Hunting for His EX-Wife

“What do you mean, Mr. Harrison?”

Raising her chin slightly, Martha put on an enchanting smile.

“We’re grownups. Couldn’t I do something else besides discussing the project?”

The next second, Stefan’s face changed.

With a smile, Martha looked into his eyes calmly.

She didn’t have any relationship with him, so she didn’t fear him.

‘Damned woman!’

Seething with rage, Stefan tightened his grip on her wrist.

“Hiss!”

Martha frowned in pain. Her features twitched slightly when she was just about to speak.

Martha took a deep breath, trying to breathe more smoothly, but only felt a pang of dizziness in her head.

She was having a seizure!

The suffocating feeling in her chest made her panic.

Martha started struggling.

However, Stefan still increased his strength to grip her because of her resistance.

Gradually, Martha lost consciousness. She opened her mouth to gasp for breath.

She could faint anytime.

“Ste…”

The next second, Martha found her eyes dulled and staggered.

Only then did Stefan notice her pale lips.

His heart tightened. The anger vanished from his eyes.

“What’s wrong, Martha?” He grabbed her arm to help her up.

“I’m fine.”

Martha broke free from his arms and flinched.

Clenching her hands tightly, she tried to keep sober while staggering towards the sofa nearby.

Stefan worriedly wanted to help her but was pushed away.

In the end, Martha collapsed on the sofa.

Rubbing her temples fiercely, she tried to keep awake.

Martha knew she should take the pills but was unwilling to let Stefan help her.

After being pushed away again, Stefan scowled at her but still stayed.

“What the heck is wrong with you?”

As he spoke, he bent over and covered her forehead with a hand.

Feeling the warmth from his palm, Martha stiffened.

“Don’t touch me!”

She panted while snapping at him. Then she took deep breaths to ease the suffocating feelings.

Stefan could tell how much she detested him. He slowly withdrew his hand, clenching his fists.

The living room fell into pin-drop silence with stress in the air.

Finally, a maid in the kitchen sensed something wrong and rushed over to break the awkwardness.

“Mrs. Harrison, are you all right?”

The maid worriedly checked on Martha while standing next to the sofa.

“My pills…” Martha parted her dried lips and uttered in a weak tone.

She wanted to tell the maid where the medicine was but couldn’t utter a word.

The maid was not close to her, so she repeated, “What did you say, Mrs. Harrison? Can you repeat?”Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“She said ‘pills’. Hurry! Go to her bedroom to get her medicine,” Stefan snapped sternly.

“OK, Mr. Harrison. I’ll go right now.”

The maid nodded and rushed upstairs in a hurry.

While striding, she thought to herself, ‘It’s been four years. I haven’t seen Mr. Harrison care about another woman so much. Sure enough, he still loves Mrs. Harrison.’

While thinking, the maid entered Martha’s bedroom and looked for the medicine.

…

In the living room, Stefan saw Martha’s face pale, becoming increasingly worried.

‘What takes her so long? Just looking for the medicine!’ he thought anxiously.

Shortly after, he felt Martha’s breath become weaker.

Stefan’s heart hammered, his mind blank.