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?”

secretly came to Muprary to find you, without telling you

“Charles…”

furrowed as he interrupted her, “This place is dangerous. You shouldn’t have come

face turned

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

sorry. I

up and headed towards another cabin. “Quiet

in place with a plate of fruit in her hands.

in a bad mood. His mood was often unpredictable, and no one dared

quickly composed herself, set down the fruit,

distance as he rested, staying

helicopter finally landed in

Charles to the hospital for a

the helicopter could only confirm that there were no immediate life- threatening conditions in his body.

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

the hospital, Whitney was running back and forth, personally taking

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

in the ward, Whitney had no

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

I believe Leonardo will restrain himself and will try

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

out. Charles’s condition was

there was no lack of nutrition,

days. Hence, it was only natural that Charles

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

sleeping at the

on her face was unmistakable. It

his slender fingers reached out, twirling her blond hair that had fallen on the blanket around his

year long marriage agreement, and nearly half a

the sickbed, Whitney

her gaze, it met with

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

time to

got up from the other side of the bed, straightened his shirt cuffs, put on his suit jacket,

collecting himself, he was the first to leave the ward, quickly putting some distance. between him and Whitney.

rubbed her eyes and hurried behind him to catch

already resting. Whitney was thinking about preparing some nutritious food for him to