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…”

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

turned pale.

and couldn’t fend herself.

I

another cabin. “Quiet down

his towering figure, standing frozen in place with a plate

bad mood. His mood was often unpredictable,

quickly composed herself, set down the fruit, and followed

She simply watched him from a distance as he rested, staying in a position where she could be of help at any moment.

next day, the helicopter finally

took Charles to the hospital

immediate life- threatening conditions in his body.

visited was under the auspices of the Harris family. Any hospital where. Kieran presided boasted the most authoritative

was running back and forth, personally

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

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

half-leaning against the head

gain any advantage either, so send someone to negotiate again. I believe Leonardo

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

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

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

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

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

his head and saw Whitney sleeping at the head

unmistakable. It was as if she hadn’t had

his slender fingers reached out, twirling her

nearly half a year has already

sickbed, Whitney who was

soon as she lifted her gaze, it met with Charles’.

confusion, unable to understand the meaning behind Charles’s wrong?” she asked.

to

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

himself, he was the first to leave the ward,

rubbed her eyes and hurried behind him to catch up.

at home was already resting. Whitney was thinking about