Wooing My Ex-Wife

“Who?” Craig questioned, confused.

“It’s our Mr. Charles! He’s… He’s right at the entrance. He’s alive!”

The more Craig listened, the deeper his frown became.

Hence, he propped himself up to stand.

However, the soreness of his arms and thighs forced him back on the chair. Pushing away the thoughts of his pain, he said, “Let him in.”

When everyone in the dining room saw Charles, they paled as if they had seen a ghost.

Out of everyone, Jasmine was the most agitated. Tears welled up in her eyes as she cried out, “Charles, is that really you? You survived?”

Charles’ eyes crinkled. “I was lucky to have survived.”

As his gaze drifted toward Craig and Lucas, he greeted, “Craig, Lucas.”

Lucas nodded numbly.

Craig was the one with the least expression and the most composed.

When he stirred his soup, the spoon and the bowl made a crystalline clanking sound. He somberly asked, “If you were alive, why didn’t you send us a message? Does the Newton family not mean anything to you anymore?”

Charles lowered his head and meekly answered, “I’m sorry. I had to go into hiding in order to survive. I know I’ve done wrong to worry you all.”

Hearing that made Craig feel better. “Forget it. I’m glad you’re back. Have you had your dinner?”

“No.”

Craig glimpsed at the housekeeper beside them and said, “Set the table for Charles.”

“No, it’s fine,” Charles said.

His blue eyes were fixed on Craig.

“Craig, I have something I wish to talk to you in private. Is that okay?”

that there was something different in Charles’ eyes.

all over for the past two days.

of rumination, he turned to look at the sorrowful Jasmine and Lucas,

those on your faces? Are you not hungry? If you’re not, go back to your rooms and stop hovering in my line

dining room, not wanting to spend another extra

the housekeepers and

the only ones left in the spacious dining

empty seat beside

still sensible, so his

face was apathetic, and he spoke slowly in a

warrant and kicked up a fuss on the day of my wedding

know about this. What I want to know is how you escaped from

not bring herself to kill me. Her bullet went sideways instead of hitting my heart, but Cedrick didn’t know about it. Thinking that I’m dead, he threw my body at a nearby

“That sounds like something

then lowered his gaze.

my side, as a hunter who happened to be on the mountain saved me. Mother wanted the international court to sanction Gwen later on, and Cedrick tried to send his men to look for my body on the mountain. I fled to Erihal that night, and I’ve been living in countries with low literacy rates, hiding my identity since then. I did teaching

listening to Charles’ story. Then, he sighed,

have good looks, brains, and combat skills, but Cedrick has ruined you. My

by Cedrick in making this trip,

him, motioning for Charles to

under

you, Craig.” Charles

Cedrick is the reason for your downfall, but he’s thriving in all ways right now-love life, career, and family. Are you happy with

course not!” Charles hissed, tightening his fists as the murderous look in his

me lose everything. I had to suffer because of him, and I can’t even come home. despite having one. If I don’t kill him, I’ll live in hatred forever. As long as you help me, Craig. I’ll do everything you ask me to even if it means giving

interest was piqued. He stirred his soup for a while and

Investigation. I can only stay at home and wait for more news from the bureau. Therefore, I have to say that

even messing

the fury in his eyes was

the deputy director for a long time. Do you not want to be the director one day and have Cedrick submit to you instead?

Craig was silent.

he was close to

all he did was stare at his half-brother and narrow his eyes, seemingly