Wooing My Ex-Wife

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.

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.”

Whitney’s face turned pale.

She didn’t know kung fu and couldn’t fend herself. That seemed to be a burden for Charles.

“I’m sorry. I just…”

Charles stood up and headed towards another cabin. “Quiet down for a bit. I want to rest.”

Whitney stared at his towering figure, standing frozen in place with a plate of fruit in her hands.

Even his subordinates could sense that Charles seemed to be in a bad mood. His mood was often unpredictable, and no one dared to approach him. They all lowered their presence, silently standing by his side.

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

She fell silent, sitting quietly across from Charles. She simply watched him from a distance as he rested, staying in a position where she could be of help at any moment.

The next day, the helicopter finally landed in China.

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

The checkup on the helicopter could only confirm that there were no immediate life- threatening conditions in his body. Now, a thorough examination was needed to put his mind at ease.

The 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 and treatment results.

Inside the hospital, Whitney was running back and forth, personally taking care of everything.

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

Usually, Isaac could handle these tasks, but because Charles had called him to a meeting in the ward, Whitney had no choice but to take on all the task herself.

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

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Isaac nodded. “Understood.”

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

Although he had lost weight, there was no lack of nutrition, but just a bit of a calcium deficiency.

This was all thanks to Winona’s meticulous care these past few days. Hence, it was only natural that Charles credited all the merit to Winona for the life-saving favor she had. bestowed.

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

He turned his head and saw Whitney sleeping at the head of his bed.

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

Charles looked at her with a complex expression, his slender fingers reached out, twirling her blond hair that had fallen on the blanket around his finger.

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

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

As soon as she lifted her gaze, it met with Charles’.

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

“Nothing. It’s time to go home now.”

With an impassive expression, Charles withdrew his fingers 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 his usual dignified demeanor.

After collecting himself, he was the first to leave the ward, quickly putting some distance. between him and Whitney.

Whitney rubbed her eyes and hurried behind him to catch up.

They 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 strength.

But when she finished cooking, she found that the person who should have been in the bedroom was nowhere to be found.

After exiting the room, Whitney heard noises coming from the guest room, so she went over to knock on the door.

Generally, no one slept in the guest room of the Newton family. Jasmine and Charles each. had their own rooms.

After a long while, there was still no response.

Whitney thought there was no one inside and was about to leave when she heard a familiar voice.

“I’ve been sleeping alone recently, so I’m not used to sharing a bed with someone else. From now on, you’ll have the bedroom, and I’ll be here.”

The cold voice of Charles rang out, like a bucket of cold water being poured over Whitney’s head.

How could this happen?

Didn’t he say that we are going to sleep together?

Why did he make such a sudden decision? What on earth happened?

However, after thinking of his recent experiences, Whitney showed understanding towards. his behavior and said, “I’ve made chicken soup for you. Would you like to have some before you sleep?”

“No, I’m tired and I want to rest.”

Whitney looked down at the bowl in her hands, sighed, and then left.

Seven o’clock in the morning.

Whitney got up to have breakfast. The housekeepers were busy cleaning.

Seeing the four breakfasts prepared on the table, she walked over and asked, “Is Charles up yet?”

The servant glanced at her curiously and said, “Madam, Mr. Newton has already left, probably around six o’clock.”

He left so early?

Although Whitney hadn’t been working recently, she had been consistently keeping an eye on the company’s activities. There hadn’t been any significant morning meetings lately.

At this moment, Jasmine stepped out of her room, dressed in a workout outfit, ready to go. for a morning run to lose weight.

Seeing that Whitney’s complexion wasn’t great, and recalling how her brother had left early in the morning, quick-witted as she was, immediately guessed something. She stepped forward and asked, “Why do you look so upset? Did my brother bully you?”

In order to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, Whitney forced a smile onto her face, picked up a piece of bread from the table and took a bite. “It’s nothing.”

“He just got back recently, and there were so many things for him to deal with. I’m afraid he’s going to be quite busy from now on.”

She subtly concealed her embarrassment.

If only Charles would argue with her, it would be better than him constantly avoiding her now. She found it hard to understand what was going through Charles’s mind.