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?”

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

“Charles…”

is dangerous. You shouldn’t have come over.

face turned pale.

know kung fu and couldn’t fend herself. That

I just…”

another cabin. “Quiet down for a bit. I want

stared at his towering figure, standing frozen in place

mood. His mood was often unpredictable, and no one dared to approach him. They all lowered their presence, silently standing by his

fruit, and followed him into

silent, sitting quietly across from Charles. She simply watched him from a distance as he rested, staying in a position where she could be

next day, the helicopter

hospital for a

immediate life- threatening conditions in his body.

presided boasted the most authoritative doctors and experts, ensuring the most. reliable diagnosis and treatment results.

Whitney was running back and forth, personally taking

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

to a meeting in the ward, Whitney had

against the head board. His handsome

gain any advantage either, so send someone to negotiate again. I believe Leonardo will restrain himself and will try to rescue the remaining hostages as soon as possible.”

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

Charles’s condition was normal, and the gunshot

no lack of nutrition, but just a bit

meticulous care these past few days. Hence, it was only natural that Charles credited all the merit to Winona for the life-saving favor she

With a slight movement, he could feel someone

turned his head and saw Whitney sleeping at the head

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

his slender fingers reached out, twirling her blond hair that had

year long marriage agreement, and nearly half

movement from the person in the sickbed, Whitney who was

soon as she lifted her

to understand the meaning behind

It’s time to go home now.”

an 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,

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

and hurried behind

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