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?”

to Muprary to find

“Charles…”

place is dangerous. You shouldn’t have come over. Besides dealing with the company’s tedious matters, I

turned pale.

couldn’t fend herself. That seemed to be

sorry. I

stood up and headed towards another cabin. “Quiet down for a bit. I want to rest.”

at his towering figure, standing frozen in place with a

mood. His mood was often unpredictable, and no one dared to approach him. They

set down the fruit,

from Charles. She simply watched him from a distance as he rested, staying in a position where she could

helicopter finally landed

the hospital for a

threatening conditions in his body. Now, a thorough

the Harris family. Any hospital where. Kieran presided boasted the most authoritative doctors and

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

a thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead. She

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

was half-leaning against the head board. His

time, they didn’t gain any advantage either, so send someone to negotiate again. I believe Leonardo will restrain himself and

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

the end of the morning, all the test results were out. Charles’s condition was normal,

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

thanks to Winona’s meticulous care these past few days. Hence, it was only natural that Charles credited all the merit to Winona for the life-saving favor she

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

head and saw Whitney sleeping

was resting, the fatigue on her face was unmistakable. It was

out, twirling her blond hair that had fallen on the blanket around his finger.

agreement, and nearly half a year has already

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

her gaze, it met

to understand the meaning

It’s time to go home now.”

other side of the bed, straightened his shirt cuffs, put on his suit jacket, and regained

he was the first to leave the

and hurried

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