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?”

that I secretly came to Muprary to find you, without

“Charles…”

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

face turned

didn’t know kung fu and couldn’t fend herself. That seemed

I

stood up and headed towards another cabin. “Quiet

towering figure, standing frozen in place

Charles seemed to be in a bad mood. His mood was often unpredictable, and no one dared to approach him. They all lowered their

quickly composed herself, set down the fruit, and

quietly across from Charles. She simply watched him from a distance as he

helicopter finally landed

took Charles to the hospital for a more

no immediate life- threatening conditions in his body. Now, a

auspices of the Harris family. Any hospital where. Kieran presided boasted the

back and forth, personally taking care of everything.

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

Charles had called him to a meeting in the ward, Whitney had no choice

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

someone to negotiate again. I believe Leonardo

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

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

was no lack of nutrition, but just a bit of

was only natural that Charles credited all the merit to

movement, he could feel someone pressing down

and saw Whitney sleeping at the

It was as if she hadn’t had a good rest

at her with a complex expression, his slender fingers reached out, twirling

agreement, and nearly half a year has

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

lifted her gaze, it

confusion, unable to understand the meaning behind Charles’s

time to go

Charles withdrew 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

the first to leave the ward, quickly putting some distance. between him and

her eyes and hurried

returned to the Newton residence quite late. Everyone at home was already resting. Whitney was