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?”

that I secretly came to Muprary to

“Charles…”

audible sigh, his eyebrows furrowed as he interrupted her, “This place is dangerous. You shouldn’t have come over.

face turned pale.

fu and couldn’t fend herself.

sorry. I

up and headed towards another cabin. “Quiet down for a bit. I want

towering figure, standing frozen in place with a plate of fruit in her

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

composed herself, set down the fruit, and followed him into another cabin.

quietly across from Charles. She simply watched him from a distance as

day, the helicopter finally landed

Charles to the hospital for a more comprehensive

no immediate life- threatening conditions in his body. Now, a thorough examination was needed to put his mind

where. Kieran presided boasted the most authoritative doctors and experts, ensuring

was running back and forth, personally taking care of

hand, a thin layer of sweat

to a meeting in the ward, Whitney had no choice but to take on all

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

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

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

out. Charles’s condition was normal, and the gunshot wound on his leg was

of nutrition, but just a bit of a calcium

past few days. Hence, it was only natural that Charles credited all the merit to Winona

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

Whitney sleeping at

though she was resting, the fatigue on her face was unmistakable. It was

complex expression, his slender fingers reached out, twirling her blond hair

agreement, and nearly half a year has already passed….

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

as she lifted her gaze, it met with

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

It’s time to go home

that were entwined in Whitney’s hair. He got up from the other side of the bed, straightened his shirt

first to leave the ward, quickly putting some distance. between him and

rubbed her eyes and hurried behind him to catch up.

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