How My Ex Became My Next

“Hurry up! I’ll go and confirm the situation again.

The doctor said that to Jackson.

He glanced at Jensen and shook his head. He thought, “There are so many things that this man doesn’t know. No wonder they’re divorced.

Jensen glanced at Jackson and thought, ‘He even knows such a private thing as the blood type.

Jensen suppressed his jealousy.

“What’s your relationship with Gilda?”

“You’re not qualified to know that,” Jackson said coldly. “You can leave now.”

“I’ll wait for Gilda to wake up.” Jensen became sober a little..

Jackson pressed his eyebrows and said tiredly, “Gilda won’t want to see you when she wakes up.”

“I’m her ex–husband, at least. How can I be worse than you, an outsider?”

“I’m glad you know that.

That’s the truth.”

The two of them looked at each other. Jackson was against Jensen directly and didn’t cower at all. Jensen yielded. “I just hope Gilda is fine.”

“I got her. She’ll surely be fine.” Jackson was firm.

Two days later, as soon as Gilda opened her eyes, she saw Braydon standing aside with his hand in plaster

on his neck.

“Oh my. You’re finally awake!”

Seeing that Gilda was fine, Braydon finally felt relieved.

“Braydon, who saved us?” Gilda sat up slowly. She still felt dizzy even when she just moved a little.

Gilda only remembered that there was someone who carried her out of the car that was about to explode regardless of danger.

She felt familiar. That was the first impression.

“It was Jackson!

“He’s Helen’s son. Do

you

remember?”

Gilda thought, ‘It was Jackson?”

Gilda hurriedly got up and asked, “Where’s Jackson?”

“He has left long ago. He said that he had something to deal with in the company, and he asked you to take good care of yourself.”

Braydon described what happened before. “You don’t know how dangerous the situation was at that time. You have a special blood type, and the hospital didn’t have that kind of blood. Jackson found a dozen blood donors as if he had been preparing for such a situation. That’s the reason why you could get out of danger safely.”

“You mean Jackson knew my blood type and had already prepared for it?”

“Yeah, it should be the case.”

Gilda was surprised by how careful Jackson was. “Maybe Aunt Helen told him that.

“I have to thank him someday.”

“Why didn’t you turn the steering wheel towards your side at that time?” Braydon suddenly asked Gilda seriously.

Under normal circumstances, when facing an oncoming vehicle, the driver’s first reaction was to protect herself and turn the steering wheel to her side to avoid the crash. The person in the front passenger seat would be more seriously injured.

But Gilda didn’t want to put Braydon in danger.

Gilda smiled and said, “I was afraid that you would accidentally hurt your face, superstar. Then I’ll be in trouble if your fans blame me.”

Braydon was touched. He stepped forward and gently fixed Gilda’s hair which got messy when she was sleeping. “Silly Gilly. Promise me that you won’t do it again next time. You just need to protect yourself. I’m lucky.

“If anything happens to you, Patrick and Jeffrey will kill me.”

“Alright, I got it.”

Gilda rolled her eyes at Braydon and said, “Besides, don’t curse ourselves. It’d better not happen again.”

Gilda thought of the dump truck that directly aimed at them and surely wanted to kill them. Then her eyes darkened. “This car accident is too strange. We need to have someone look into it.”

“Some people are already working on it. We’ll get the result in a few days.”

Gilda nodded and felt very tired and sleepy. “Braydon, I want to sleep.”

Braydon hurriedly let Gilda lie back in the quilt and tucked her in carefully. Then he remembered that Jensen had come to the hospital. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

On second thought, he decided to not mention it in case Gilda would be unhappy.

After two days of recuperation, Gilda became energetic again.

Gilda lifted the quilt and wanted to walk around before Braydon came back.

“What are you doing?!”

Braydon shouted before he arrived.

Gilda curled her lips and went back to the quilt obediently. “Humph! I’m so tired of lying on the bed!”

Braydon motioned to the servant beside him to settle the dishes brought from a famous restaurant. “Two days more, and then I’ll let you get off the bed.”

“Braydon, you’re so careful with me. But why are you so indifferent to Vicky?”

Gilda looked curious.

“What’s wrong

with me?” Vicky’s voice suddenly sounded, and she was standing at the door.