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 you, without telling you in advance?”

“Charles…”

You shouldn’t have come over. Besides dealing

turned pale.

couldn’t fend herself.

sorry. I

another cabin. “Quiet down for a bit. I want

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

bad mood. His mood was often unpredictable, and

herself, set down the fruit, and followed

fell silent, sitting quietly across from Charles. She simply watched him from a distance as he rested, staying in

day, the helicopter finally landed in

to the hospital for a

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

hospital where. Kieran presided boasted the most authoritative doctors and experts, ensuring the most. reliable diagnosis and treatment

running back and forth, personally taking

hand, a thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead. She was panting heavily

called him to a meeting in the ward, Whitney had no choice but to take on all the task

against the head board. His handsome

someone to negotiate again. I believe Leonardo will restrain himself and will try

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

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

had lost weight, there was no lack of nutrition, but just a bit of

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

and saw Whitney sleeping at the head

though she was resting, the fatigue on her face was unmistakable. It was as

looked at her with a complex expression, his slender fingers reached out, twirling her blond hair that had fallen on the blanket around his finger.

nearly half a year has

sickbed, Whitney who was a

lifted her gaze, it met with Charles’.

understand the meaning behind Charles’s wrong?” she asked.

to go home

his fingers that were entwined in Whitney’s hair. He got up from the other side of the bed, straightened his shirt cuffs, put on his suit jacket, and regained his usual

the ward, quickly putting some distance. between

hurried behind

the Newton residence quite late. Everyone at home was already resting. Whitney was thinking about preparing some nutritious food for him