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?”

Muprary to find

“Charles…”

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

turned pale.

know kung fu and couldn’t fend herself. That seemed to be a burden

I just…”

“Quiet down for a bit. I want to

stared at his towering figure, standing frozen in place with a plate of fruit in

His mood was often unpredictable, and no one dared to approach him. They all lowered their presence, silently standing by his

composed herself, set down the fruit, and followed him into

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

the helicopter finally landed

immediately took Charles to the hospital

no immediate life- threatening conditions in his body. Now, a thorough examination was needed to put his mind

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

was running back and forth, personally taking

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

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

against the head board. His

either, so send someone to negotiate again. I believe Leonardo will restrain himself and will try to rescue

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

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

he had lost weight, there was no lack of

natural that Charles credited all

opened his eyes. With a slight movement, he could feel someone pressing down

Whitney sleeping at

fatigue on her face was unmistakable. It was as if she hadn’t had a good rest

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

long marriage agreement, and nearly half

from the person in the sickbed, Whitney who was

her gaze, it met

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

to go home

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

the ward,

and hurried behind him

resting. Whitney was thinking about preparing some nutritious food