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?”

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

“Charles…”

have come over.

face turned pale.

herself. That seemed

I

another cabin. “Quiet down for a

at his towering figure, standing frozen in place with a

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

herself, set down the fruit, and

quietly across from Charles. She simply watched him from a distance as he rested, staying in a position where

helicopter finally

immediately took Charles to the hospital for a more comprehensive checkup.

checkup on the helicopter could only confirm that there were no immediate life- threatening conditions in

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

was running back and

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

because Charles had called him to a meeting in the ward, Whitney had no choice but to take on all

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

time, they didn’t gain any advantage either, so send someone to negotiate again. I believe Leonardo will restrain himself and

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

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

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

thanks to 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

turned his head and saw Whitney sleeping at the head of

unmistakable. It was as if she hadn’t had a good rest in many

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

long marriage agreement, and nearly half a year

from the person in the sickbed, Whitney

soon as she lifted her

to understand the meaning behind Charles’s

time 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 his suit jacket, and regained

he was the first to leave the

hurried

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