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

“Charles…”

place is dangerous. You 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

I just…”

towards another cabin. “Quiet down for a

in place with a plate of fruit in her

bad mood. His mood was often unpredictable, and no one dared to approach him. They all lowered their presence,

down the fruit, and followed him into another cabin.

him from a distance as he rested, staying in a position where she could be of help

next day, the helicopter finally landed in China.

immediately took Charles to the hospital for a

threatening conditions in his body. Now, a thorough examination was needed to put his mind

hospital where. Kieran presided boasted the most authoritative doctors and experts, ensuring the most.

Whitney was running back and forth,

the lab report in her hand, a thin layer of sweat forming on

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

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

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

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

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

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

days. Hence, it was only natural that Charles credited all the merit to Winona for the life-saving favor she had.

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

turned his head and saw Whitney sleeping at the head

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

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

marriage agreement, and nearly half a year

in the sickbed, Whitney who was

as she lifted her gaze,

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

to go home

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

collecting himself, he was the first to leave the ward,

her eyes and hurried behind him to catch up.

Whitney was