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 you, without telling you in

“Charles…”

“This place 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 well.”

face turned

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

sorry. I just…”

cabin. “Quiet down for a

in place

his subordinates could sense that Charles seemed to be in a bad mood. His mood was often unpredictable, and no one dared to approach him. They all lowered their presence, silently standing by his side.

down the fruit, and followed him into

watched him from a distance as he rested, staying in a

the helicopter finally landed in

to the hospital for a more comprehensive checkup.

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

visited was under the auspices of the Harris family. Any hospital where. Kieran presided

was running back and forth, personally

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

called him to a meeting in the ward, Whitney

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

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

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

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

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

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

a slight movement, he could feel someone pressing down on the blanket next to

sleeping at the head of

though she was resting, the fatigue on her face was unmistakable. It was as if she hadn’t had

slender fingers reached out, twirling her blond hair

year long marriage agreement, and nearly half a

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

as she lifted her gaze, it

understand the meaning behind Charles’s wrong?” she

to go

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

first to leave the ward, quickly putting

hurried behind him

returned to the Newton residence quite late. Everyone at home was already resting. Whitney was thinking about preparing some nutritious food for