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?”

upset that I secretly came to Muprary to find

“Charles…”

shouldn’t have come over. Besides dealing with the company’s tedious matters, I now have to

face turned pale.

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

sorry. I just…”

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

place with a plate

bad mood. His mood was often unpredictable, and no

the fruit, and

sitting quietly across from Charles. She simply watched him from a distance as he rested, staying in a position where she could be of help at

day, the helicopter

Charles to the hospital for a more

only confirm that there were no immediate life- threatening conditions in his body. Now, a thorough examination was

they visited was under the auspices of the Harris family. Any hospital where. Kieran presided boasted the most authoritative doctors and experts, ensuring the most.

running back and

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

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

the hospital room, Charles was half-leaning against the head

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

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

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

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

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

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

saw Whitney sleeping at the

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

complex expression, his slender fingers reached out, twirling her blond

year long marriage agreement, and nearly half a year has already passed….

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

lifted her gaze, it met

the

It’s time to go home

in Whitney’s hair. He got up from the other side of

leave the ward, quickly

and hurried behind

already resting. Whitney was thinking about