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?”

secretly came to Muprary to find you, without telling

“Charles…”

as he interrupted her, “This place is dangerous. You shouldn’t have come over. Besides dealing with

turned pale.

know kung fu and couldn’t fend herself. That seemed to be a

sorry. I

headed towards another cabin. “Quiet down for a bit.

at his towering figure, standing frozen in place with a plate of fruit in her

a bad mood. His mood was often unpredictable, and no one dared to approach

quickly composed herself, set down the fruit, and followed him into another cabin.

watched him from a distance as he rested, staying in

helicopter finally landed

hospital for a more comprehensive

on the helicopter could only confirm that there were no immediate life- threatening conditions in his body. Now, a thorough examination was needed to put his mind

of the Harris family. Any hospital where. Kieran presided

the hospital, Whitney was running back and forth, personally taking care of everything.

held the lab report in her hand, a thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead. She was panting heavily from running.

could handle these tasks, but because Charles had called him to a meeting in the ward, Whitney

was half-leaning against the head board. His handsome face looked

either, so send someone to negotiate again. I believe Leonardo will restrain

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

condition was normal, and the gunshot wound on his leg

was no lack of nutrition, but just a bit of a

was all thanks to Winona’s meticulous care these past few days. Hence, it was only natural that Charles credited

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

head and saw Whitney sleeping at the

her face was unmistakable. It was as

slender fingers reached out, twirling

and nearly half

the person in the sickbed, Whitney who was a light sleeper, woke

lifted her

in confusion, unable to understand the meaning behind Charles’s

to go

his fingers that were entwined in Whitney’s hair. He got up from the other

leave the ward, quickly putting some distance. between

and hurried behind

resting. Whitney was thinking about preparing some nutritious food for him to replenish his strength.