Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

To test his theory, Charles drove in the opposite direction according to the result he obtained.

Despite having the utmost trust in the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s investigation skills and Cedrick’s discoveries, Charles wanted to test the reliability of Dark Netz’s information.

Moreover, the person who sold him the information provided detailed insight into Gwendolyn’s situation, compelling Charles to seriously consider its validity.

He yearned for a chance to be with her, if only once.

On the road, Charles couldn’t shake the thought of Gwendolyn’s smile. Despite the risks, he was determined to give it a try, even if it meant jeopardizing his own safety on this journey.

Charles’ heart raced, and he felt inexplicably nervous.

At the height of his sensitivity, his phone rang.

It was a call from Whitney.

After Gwendolyn’s disappearance, Charles had not returned to the Newton residence for many days.

Despite Whitney’s efforts to reach out through texts and calls, Charles never responded to any of them.

After the phone call ended, Charles’ scattered thoughts settled, and his determination to find Gwendolyn only intensified.

However, he received a call from Jasmine immediately after.

He chose not to answer the call either. Once the phone stopped ringing, the Bluetooth system in his car automatically played the voicemail.

Jasmine’s voice played through the voicemail, scolding, “Charles, where have you been? You just got married, but you left your wife alone at home and won’t return. No husband should behave like you.”

Her criticisms annoyed Charles slightly.

As Charles was about to reject the call, Jasmine continued, “Whitney is ill. She had stomach flu and was in loads of pain. Lucas and I sent her to the hospital for emergency treatment. She hasn’t been discharged yet and is still receiving an IV drip. Are you not going to visit her, Charles?”

She’s fallen ill? How did fall sick when she’s only been at home?

Charles stared ahead silently, but Jasmine’s words began to make him waver.

your absence. It’s fine if you don’t care about sending your sick wife to the

slowly pressed the brake. The luxury car slowed down on the road, but

Undeniably, he hesitated.

already found Gwendolyn and apprehended the culprit in Quawak. Perhaps his trip would be in vain, and the person who sold him the

might be true. It presented a perfect opportunity

rescue Gwendolyn and possess her as his

by his dilemma, Charles found it hard to breathe. He pulled over to the side of the road, giving himself a moment of respite, and

the possibility of continuing forward and silently finding Gwendolyn. Even if it ended in failure, he believed it would provide closure to the

Whitney. Her illness made it all the more crucial for him to be there

the red sky reflected off Charles’

Time was running out.

grip before tightening them again, the repetitive

a resolute decision. He slammed on the accelerator, his gaze

launched a large-scale search operation in

refused to remain idle and decided to search for the old fisherman at the creek

the man’s residence, he was taken aback by the change in

limping gait remaining the same, his appearance and

man from behind, grabbing his collar discreetly. With warmth

man tensed up

are

“N-Nothing. I…”

forcefully tugged

He let out a

time from the pain of having

an elderly man like you needs a fake beard? Maybe

this!” the man begged, abandoning

narrowed his eyes

“Joe? Who’s that? I really don’t know

Cedrick kicked the man’s

Hamish, left, and everyone else in Quawak

was