"But..."
Before Olivia could finish her sentence, Denver suddenly frowned and clutched his head.
"What's wrong?" Olivia naturally felt nervous.
Denver still frowned, looked at her, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "The wound hurts."
"What's going on? What should we do?" Olivia thought about the blood he had lost initially and felt faint, furrowing her brows tightly. "Should I call Dr. Jackson and ask? It's not good if there are any aftereffects."
"No need." Denver stopped her. "Could you pour some water for me? I haven't taken my medicine yet."
"Oh." Olivia hurriedly got out of bed to pour him some water.
Denver watched her busy figure and breathed a small sigh of relief.
The anesthetic had worn off, and the wound was persistently aching, though not as exaggerated as he had just portrayed.
He just didn't want to get a divorce.
That thought flashed through his mind, and Denver suddenly paused.
Indeed, he didn't want a divorce.
