Come back to Me, My Ex-Wife

Chapter 26 Poles Repel Each Other

After fixing Vivian, Margery vented her resentment a bit and walked towards her office with light steps, intending to take Ethan and Bonnie to KFC for their favorite burger and fries.

As she reached the door and was about to push it open, the phone in her pocket rang.

She took it out and saw that it was Dr. Lee, and answered it quickly.

On the other side of the phone, Dr. Lee kept complaining, "Dr. Byrne, in view of Mr. Barrett's physical condition, I've given him a lot of Adult Videos which have all kinds of beautiful women. But he was calm without the slightest excitement. Dr. Byrne, to be honest, in my long career, it is the first time I have seen such a calm man. I cannot cure him. Please come here to see him."

Hearing that, Margery froze, "Dr. Lee, you're the expert I hired at a high price. Is Golden's condition really so serious that you can't even cure him?"

"Maybe he is demanding. The coquettish women in the videos are not his style."

Margery just heard Dr. Lee's helpless explanation. The next second, it seemed that he handed the phone to Golden. Then, Margery heard Golden saying in a serious tone, "Men cannot cure me. If I can find a woman like Dr. Byrne, I probably can be a little excited!"

After that, Golden casually said again, "I remember that Dr. Byrne has said that what I lacked was excitement and has promised to give me the unforgettable stimulation."

"..."

Margery clenched her phone and her face turned ashen with outrage.

Damn it! Golden, the bastard who should have gone to hell long ago, had to retort upon her with what she said?

It was just an off-the-cuff tagline, which was a bit exaggerated. She didn't think he couldn't understand it.

He could be excited if it was her... That meant he regarded her as a prostitute?

"Okay. Mr. Barrett, please wait for a moment. I'll be right over to give you the unforgettable stimulation."

Margery hung up, sneered, and did not push open the office door. Instead, she turned around and left, walked along the quiet corridor and went straight to the male testing department room on the third floor.

She turned sharply and walked too fast, not noticing that the door behind her opened and closed gently, and a small figure followed her quietly.

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When she reached the room, Margery didn't see Vivian. She didn't think too much, opened the door, and faced Dr. Lee, who was in a mess. Now, he looked even more bald. He frowned and said with a gloomy face, "Dr. Byrne, poles always repel each other. I am sorry."

"Alright. Dr. Lee, thank you."

Margery smiled. Seeing Dr. Lee leave, she put on a long face and walked in. She pushed open the door of the inner room, looked at the man who was smoking beside the testing equipment, and smiled, her eyes full of coldness, "Mr. Barrett, since the conventional adult videos didn't work well, I'm going to use more intense treatment."

"What do you mean?"

The man exhaled the smoke, removed the cigarette butt from his thin lips and threw it into the garbage can, and looked up at her leisurely. His handsome face was serious, as if it was not him who had teased her on the phone.

Margery couldn't help but wonder if she misheard and misunderstood him.

Golden only loved Vivian. How could he possibly be excited while facing her, a strange woman whom he had just met several times?

Margery heaved a sigh of relief, glanced at the fluctuating data on the screen of the instrument, and said indifferently, "Mr. Barrett, your illness is very serious. You must know it well. Since the videos and the medicine all do not work for you, I can only give you an acupuncture treatment."

Seeing Golden's face getting gloomier after hearing the "acupuncture treatment", Margery raised her eyebrows and was very happy.

In their three years of marriage, in addition to the pain and despair, she still had gained something. At least, she inadvertently found him afraid of needles and other sharp things.

Now, it came in handy today.

He made her suffer, and she made him suffer. It was fair, right?

Margery smiled coldly, bent down to choose things in the medical kit, and intended to find the largest syringe, which could make him painful.

Suddenly, she felt the man's fresh breath. He came closer and closer.

She looked up and saw that the face she hated was less than two centimeters from the tip of her nose. His eyes were dark under the light. Golden sneered, "Are you sure you want to do this? I'm afraid you can't stop it later."

His eyes were cold and dangerous.

"I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Barrett. I'm just holding the professionalism of a doctor to treat you." Margery looked at him calmly, but sneered inside.

She had already died once. What was she afraid of? If the worst came to the worst, she would die with him.

Was it so simple?

Golden stared at her. Seeing that she stabbed the needle to his abdomen without hesitation while replying Golden suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her white wrist with mixed feelings in his eyes, "You know I'm afraid of sharp objects. You seem to know me very well. Who are you?"

From the moment he stepped into this hospital, the strange female doctor made him feel familiar. He couldn't help trying to find out who she was.

That night Margery had scratched and clawed at him. Golden didn't think she had forgotten it.

But she seemed to have forgotten that she had harassed him and worked seriously. When she looked at Vivian and him, she inadvertently showed hatred. Although she tried to hide it, he still noticed it.

If she was the Margery he knew, why did she have a completely different face and two children of that age? Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

If she was not, why was her name also Margery, and she even opened such a hospital, full of visible hostility towards him and Vivian?

"Is Mr. Barrett not only impotent, but also afraid of needles?"

Margery widened her eyes in surprise as she pushed his strong palm away. She sighed and threw the syringe back into the medicine box, rubbed her wrist that was sore from the pressure, and chuckled, "You know very well who I am, Mr. Barrett, don't you? This is hospital and I'm a doctor. Since you pay,

I'm naturally responsible for curing you. Acupuncture is also a means of treatment! It doesn't matter if Mr. Barrett doesn't like it. I'll try another treatment."

Golden instantly frowned. He saw Margery taking out the large sharp drill and his eyes gradually turned cold, "Do you have to fix me?"

"Yes! I was not only going to fix you, but also wanted you to be miserable!" Margery thought to herself.

She subconsciously raised her hand to stroke her face that was smoother than before, looked at him, and smiled brightly, "Mr. Barrett why do you insist that I want to fix you?"