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?”

are you upset that I secretly came to Muprary to find you, without

“Charles…”

place is dangerous. You shouldn’t have come over. Besides dealing with the company’s tedious matters, I now

face turned pale.

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

sorry. I just…”

stood up and headed towards another cabin. “Quiet down for

frozen in place with a plate of fruit in her

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

herself, set down the fruit, and followed

from a distance as he rested, staying

next day, the helicopter finally landed in

immediately took Charles to the hospital for

helicopter could only confirm that there were no immediate life- threatening conditions in his body. Now, a thorough examination was needed to put his

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

and forth, personally taking care

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

these tasks, but because Charles had called him to a meeting in the ward, Whitney had no choice but to take on all the task herself.

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

negotiate again. I believe Leonardo will restrain himself and will try to rescue the remaining hostages as soon

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

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

was no lack of nutrition,

past few days. Hence, it was only natural that

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

saw Whitney sleeping at the head of his

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

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

marriage agreement, and nearly

sickbed, Whitney who

her gaze, it met with

blinked in confusion, unable to understand the meaning behind

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, put on his

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

eyes and hurried behind him to

was already resting. Whitney was thinking about preparing some