Wooing My Ex-Wife

Even though her mind was filled with countless doubts, Whitney didn’t ask anything.

Isaac stepped forward at the right moment, respectfully calling out, “Mr. Newton.”

“Alright. Let’s head back.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Charles brushed past Whitney’s shoulder and boarded the helicopter.

Looking through the helicopter’s window, Charles gazed at the people standing on the ground.

Winona was waving goodbye to him, then she turned around and headed back to the fishing. village.

In the moment she turned around, the reluctance on Winona’s face faded, replaced by indifference.

His departure was not the end. She believed that Charles would come looking for her again.

Whitney gazed into the distance, her heart a mix of emotions as she watched the petite. figure of the girl.

It’s all right. Once we get back, none of these will matter.

After taking a few deep breaths, Whitney also boarded the helicopter, deliberately ignoring the discomfort in her heart.

The helicopter started up, its massive roar filling the air. Two doctors worked around. Charles, meticulously conducting various checks on him.

In order to ensure Charles’ was in good shape, Isaac had almost all the medical equipment that could be moved onto the helicopter. This was done solely to provide Charles with the most comprehensive checkup.

Once the inspection was over, Whitney walked over and asked with concern. “Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?”

She brought over a tray filled with fruit, holding it up with both hands in front of Charles while waiting for him to choose his favorite fruit.

Charles shook his head in refusal.

I’m not hungry. I don’t feel like eating.

Whitney stared at his handsome face, utterly perplexed. Before coming to Muprary, he had even taken the initiative to ask her out.

Nearly half a month after the incident, his attitude seemed to revert back to the indifference he showed when they first got married. In fact, he even exhibited a somewhat complex, deliberate aloofness.

“Have… have you been troubled by something these past few days?”

are you upset that I secretly came to Muprary to find

“Charles…”

interrupted her, “This place is dangerous. You shouldn’t have come over. Besides dealing with the company’s tedious matters, I now have to worry about your safety

face turned

and couldn’t fend herself. That seemed to be a burden for Charles.

I

headed towards another cabin. “Quiet down for a bit. I want to

place with a plate of fruit in

was often unpredictable, and no one dared to approach him. They all lowered their presence, silently standing by his

quickly composed herself, set down the fruit, and followed him

watched him from a distance as he rested, staying in a position where she could be of help

next day, the helicopter finally

hospital for a more

life- threatening conditions in his body. Now, a thorough examination was needed to put his mind

presided boasted the most authoritative doctors and experts, ensuring the most. reliable diagnosis

hospital, Whitney was running back and

lab report in her hand, a thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead. She

in the ward, Whitney had no choice but to take on

hospital room, Charles was half-leaning against the head board. His

gain any advantage either, so send someone to negotiate again. I believe Leonardo will restrain himself and

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

were out. Charles’s condition was normal, and the gunshot wound on his leg was

was no lack of nutrition, but just a bit of

it was only natural that

a midday nap, Charles slowly opened his eyes. With a slight movement, he could feel someone pressing down on the

saw Whitney sleeping at the head of his bed.

her face was unmistakable. It was as if she hadn’t

expression, his slender fingers reached out, twirling her blond hair that had fallen on the blanket

long marriage agreement, and nearly

person in the sickbed, Whitney who was a

her gaze, it met with Charles’.

unable to understand the meaning behind

time to

withdrew his fingers that were entwined in Whitney’s hair. He got up from the other side of the bed,

the first to leave the ward, quickly putting some distance. between him and

eyes and hurried behind him to catch

residence quite late. Everyone at home was already resting. Whitney was thinking about preparing some