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?”

came to Muprary to find you, without telling

“Charles…”

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

face turned pale.

fend herself. That seemed to be a burden

I

and headed towards another cabin. “Quiet

place with a plate of fruit

a bad mood. His mood was often unpredictable, and no

herself, set down the fruit, and followed

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

day, the helicopter finally landed in China.

immediately took Charles to the hospital for a more

that there were no immediate life- threatening conditions in his body. Now,

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

running back and forth,

a thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead. She was panting heavily from

in the ward, Whitney had no choice but

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

so send someone to negotiate again. I believe Leonardo will

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

the end of the morning, all the test results were out. Charles’s condition was normal, and the gunshot

there was no lack of nutrition, but

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

eyes. With a slight movement, he could

his head and saw Whitney sleeping at the head

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

twirling

agreement, and nearly half a

from the person in the sickbed, Whitney who was a light sleeper,

as she lifted her

unable to understand the meaning behind Charles’s

It’s time to

impassive expression, Charles withdrew his 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 suit jacket, and regained his usual

he was the first to leave the ward, quickly putting

and hurried behind

was already resting. Whitney was thinking