When the car arrived at the entrance of the hospital, Quarmy ran into the hospital with Monica in his arms. A famous doctor of the Department of Orthopedics had been waiting for a long time. Quarmy sent Monica into the examination room. The doctor examined her ankle, which was seriously strained and squeezed by the car door. There was a clear bruise on her white feet, which looked shocking.
Quarmy blamed himself. "It's all my fault! If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have gotten hurt!"
Monica gritted her teeth with tears. In front of so many people, she was too embarrassed to cry. Quarmy stretched out his hand. "You'll feel better if you bite my hand."
"Dirty!" Monica spat out a word with hatred.
Quarmy immediately washed his hands and reached over. "It's no longer dirty!"
Monica glared at him. She didn't mean that his hands had not been washed, but he had held Madrigal's hands many times.
She hated her current mentality. Since they had divorced, he was already a stranger to her. What right did she have to mind who he held hands with and slept with?
She held back the disgust in her heart and bit down fiercely on Quarmy's hand. He grimaced in pain, but he didn't struggle. Seeing Quarmy's reaction, the doctor gave him a thumbs up. "Mr. Huo, you're really a hero! You're so nice to your girlfriend!"
"I'm not his girlfriend!" Monica let go of Quarmy's hand and clarified.
"I'm sorry! I made a mistake!" The doctor apologized. Everyone knew that Quarmy's girlfriend was Madrigal. How could he be so muddle-headed?
"She's my wife!" Quarmy added. The doctor's eyes widened, but Quarmy didn't care. He continued to stretch out his hand. "Moni, go on!"
"Freak! Disgusting!" Monica turned her face away and ignored him.
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