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 you,

“Charles…”

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

turned pale.

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

sorry. I just…”

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

figure, standing frozen in place with a plate of fruit in her hands.

subordinates could sense that Charles seemed to be in a bad mood. His mood was often unpredictable, and no one dared to

the fruit, and followed him into

fell silent, 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

next day, the helicopter finally

took Charles to the hospital for a more comprehensive checkup.

checkup 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 at

of the Harris family. Any hospital where. Kieran presided boasted the most authoritative doctors and experts, ensuring the most. reliable

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

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

Isaac could handle these tasks, but because Charles had called him to a meeting in the ward, Whitney

hospital room, Charles was half-leaning against the head board. His

Leonardo will restrain himself and will try to

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

condition was normal, and the gunshot wound on his leg was healing well.

weight, there was no lack of nutrition, but

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

from a midday nap, Charles slowly opened his eyes. With a slight movement,

and saw Whitney sleeping at

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

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

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

person in the sickbed, Whitney

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

the meaning

time to go

in Whitney’s hair. He got up from the other side of the bed, straightened his shirt cuffs, put on his suit jacket,

was the first to leave the ward, quickly putting some distance.

and hurried behind him to catch

late. Everyone at home was already resting. Whitney was thinking about preparing some