Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

“Oh… Okay, then. Take good care of Whitney, Charles. She’s the patient, so you ought to give way to her,” Jasmine reminded in a concerned tone.

Charles’ patience was running thin, but he nodded and refrained from talking back.

Jasmine turned around and walked away. However, she kept looking back, making it obvious that she didn’t trust him.

Seeing that, Charles wrapped his arm around Whitney’s shoulders and pulled her in. Whitney shot him a puzzled look, but he flashed a gentle smile in response.

Only then did Jasmine feel at ease and leave.

The moment Jasmine went out of sight in the hospital lobby, Charles retracted his arm and entered the elevator.

“Have you made an appointment? Are you going to see an internist? Which floor is it on?” he asked emotionlessly.

It took a while for Whitney to regain her senses. When she did, she followed him into the elevator and answered, “Yes. I’ve made an appointment to see an internist. Third floor.”

Charles pressed the third-floor button in the elevator and kept mum after that.

Due to how quiet and cramped the elevator was, Whitney stood there gingerly, not knowing where to look. I’ve only not seen him for ten days, but it feels as though I haven’t seen him in a long time. In fact, I even wondered if he had run into trouble and died.

“When you were sent to the hospital for your stomach flu, I was working overtime. I’m sorry.”

“Huh?” Whitney lifted her gaze in bafflement and returned to her senses afterward. Oh. He’s apologizing for what happened the last time around.

“It’s all right, Mr. Newton. Don’t worry about it,” she responded. Back then, I was always alone when I fell sick. At least I had Jasmine keeping me company and Lucas calling for help. I couldn’t have asked for more.

Charles clenched his fists in his pockets and felt a sudden sense of remorse washing over him. When Jasmine called to tell me Whitney was getting sent to the hospital for her stomach flu, I was on my way to look for Gwendolyn. That day, I hesitated and wondered if I should turn back. I ended up opting to look for Gwendolyn. In hindsight, I did Whitney wrong.

“I haven’t been back at the Newton residence for the past ten days. Aren’t you curious about what I was doing?” Charles asked proactively.

Whitney nodded at first but ended up shaking her head after giving it some thought.

Charles was amused. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m curious because you didn’t show up at Newton Group over the past few days. However, I knew you had important matters to attend to. You told me you hated it when I asked about your personal matters. Therefore, I’m not going to meddle in your private affairs,” she replied truthfully.

curly hair and a pair of exotic-looking eyes. She

same time, her fine, straight nose highlighted the exquisite

in silence, she looked like a

but he

silence. Being a hospital in the city, the

would halt in their tracks and glance

could be heard whispering among themselves. Obviously,

secret in public. If these people recognize you and

response. That’s precisely what’s going to

with my stomach for a long time. I’ll be okay on my own.

“Mmm-hmm.”

disappointed when he agreed to

it was Whitney’s turn to see

time, Mr. Newton. Don’t worry.

examination

forward and mulled over it for a couple of seconds.

pushed

for your

company. I

that, the doctor shifted his gaze toward Whitney and smiled. “You have such a good husband.

turned around to see Charles in a

you here?” She was stunned. Didn’t

to her from behind and placed his hands on her shoulders. In a languid yet serious tone, he replied, “I went to

a moment, Whitney was

she felt her heart racing wildly and a surge of

she

a married couple,” he responded lovingly before shifting his gaze toward the doctor.

doctor went on to reveal Whitney’s condition truthfully. After Charles arrived, the doctor was basically conversing with Charles the

a glass of warm milk before bedtime, look after your diet, and get ample sleep every night. In

“Understood.”

with her purse, held her hand, and led her to make payment and do the

daze the entire time. The Charles before my eyes seems