Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 858

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.

“This time, they didn’t 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 soon as possible.”