Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 858 A Peculiar Way Of Coexistence

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.

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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?”

“Or are you upset that I secretly came to Muprary to find you, without telling you in advance?”

“Charles…”

Charles let out a barely audible sigh, his eyebrows furrowed as he interrupted her, “This place is dangerous. You shouldn’t have come over. Besides dealing with the company’s tedious matters, I now have to worry about your safety as well.”

turned pale.

kung fu and couldn’t fend herself.

sorry. I

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

in place with a plate of fruit

hands.

seemed to be in a bad mood. His mood was often unpredictable, and no one dared to approach him. They all

by

herself, set down the fruit, and

fell silent, sitting quietly across from Charles. She simply watched him from a distance as he

day, the helicopter finally landed in China.

the hospital for

confirm that there were no

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Now, a thorough examination was needed to

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

and forth, personally taking

layer of sweat forming on her forehead. She was panting heavily from running.

Charles had called him to a meeting in the ward, Whitney had no choice

the hospital room, Charles was half-leaning against the head board. His handsome face looked serious.

any advantage either, so send someone to negotiate again. I believe Leonardo

Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

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

he had lost weight, there was no lack of nutrition, but just a bit of

natural that Charles credited all the merit to Winona for

from a midday nap, Charles slowly opened his eyes. With a slight movement, he could

turned his head and saw Whitney sleeping at the

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

her with a complex expression, his slender fingers reached out, twirling her blond hair that had fallen on the blanket

nearly half a

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sickbed, Whitney

her gaze,

the meaning behind Charles’s wrong?” she asked.

It’s time to go home now.”

gaze.

“What’s

in Whitney’s hair. He got up from the other side of the bed, straightened his shirt cuffs, put on his suit

the ward, quickly putting some distance. between him and

rubbed her eyes and hurried behind him to catch

resting. Whitney was thinking about preparing some nutritious food for him