Will You Marry Me My Ex-Wife

Not long after the nurse left, Aura was led into Anne’s office.

“Be careful when stitching up my wound. I don’t want any scars!” Aura ordered coldly before she leaned back in her chair and started watching videos on her phone.

Her behavior displeased Anne, but she was a doctor above all else. Lowering her head, she began to stitch Aura’s wound seriously.

Just as Anne squatted down and was about to start sewing, all while Aura was watching a drama on her phone, Nigel accidentally fell on Anne.

“Ouch!”

Aura’s wound. He took the opportunity to wipe the salt on his fingers

contorted in an instant, and she almost

his mistake, “Beautiful Auntie, I

with pain AS she

at Aura with those pitiful doe eyes. “Pretty Auntie, if you’re really angry…

eyes were round with anger. She was an adult! Was she going to fall flat on

to fool around,” Anne apologized in a low voice as she began to disinfect Aura’s wound

more intensely