Chapter 854 Resembles Gwendolyn
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Isaac hesitated, then sent someone to deliver Whitneyâs belongings to her room before he explained the whole story to her.
When Charles jumped into the sea, all Isaac heard was the sound. He had no idea when Charles had jumped, let alone where Charles had been shot.
âIâm sorry, Mrs. Newton. I was under anesthesia at that time. As for Mr. Newton⦠Iâm not. sure about his condition.â Isaac lowered his head in frustration.
If he had been able to save Charles in time, everything wouldâve been fine.
Whitney sat dazedly in the chair, completely at a loss.
She had thought that coming there would allow her to see the person she had been longing. for. Yet, reality dealt her a harsh blow. Not only did she not meet him, but his fate remained unknown to that day.
âIsaac, I want to go find him,â she said.
Seeing the red veins in Whitneyâs eyes, Isaac knew she hadnât been resting well the days.
âMrs. Newton, now that Mr. Newton has gone missing, please stay here and rest. If you were to collapse again, I truly wouldnât have the energy to cope.â
âAll right.â
To avoid causing trouble for Isaac, Whitney had no choice but to sit down.
Nightfall came late in Muprary. The local time showed nine oâclock, yet it was only just getting dark.
Whitney sat by the window, remaining there for a full three hours.
Her phone suddenly vibrated. She quickly unlocked the screen, only to find out that the message was just an entertainment news update.
Feeling somewhat annoyed, she tossed her phone aside. Suddenly, it occurred to her that she could reach out to her friends there.
Even a dragon would find it hard to control a snake in its old haunt. Whitney had a friend working there whom she hadnât contacted in a long time. Although she was not sure if they still remembered her, it was worth giving it a try After all, having someone familiar with Muprary assisting in the investigation would simplify things considerably.
Whitney quickly grabbed the phone she had tossed aside, found the personâs name, and dialed their number.
Surprisingly, the call connected quickly. âHow rare for you to call me. Whatâs up?â
Whitneyâs voice was tinged with unmistakable urgency as she said, âLenny, can I ask a favor?â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âI⦠Iâm currently in Muprary, and my⦠A friend of mine has gone missing in these waters. Can I ask for your help to find him?â
Lenny spoke softly to comfort. âAll right, send me his name and photo. Iâll have someone keep an eye out for him. Donât worry.â
The two of them chatted a little longer but Whitney really wasnât in the mood for further conversation, so she ended the call.
The wait was always the hardest part.
Three days passed, and It was as if Charles had evaporated into thin air without a trace.
Isaac had already mobilized all of the Newton familyâs resources, conducting a thorough search of that sea area, but still came up empty-handed. Even Lenny had no new news.
Without any news about Charles, Whitney lost all her appetite. She had noticeably slimmed down over the past few days.
The housekeepers delivered the food to the door, but she couldnât eat it.
Isaac looked at the worryingly thin Whitney and pleaded, âMrs. Newton, you really should eat something. If Mr. Newton returns and sees you like this, he will be worried.â
Whitney shook her head. âYou go ahead with your work, Isaac. Donât worry about me. Finding him is what matters.â
With every minute that passed, the anxiety in Whitneyâs heart increased. She couldnât pretend as if nothing had happened. âIsaac, can I be left alone, please?â
Seeing Whitney in that state, Isaac sighed. It didnât feel right for him to stay any longer, so he turned around and left The moment the door closed, Jasmineâs video call came in unexpectedly Whitney quickly straightened up and switched the video call to voice answer.
She didnât want Jasmine to also worry about Charlesâ disappearance.
Hence, upon picking up the phone, Whitney smiled and said, âWhatâs up, Jasmine? Charles. and I are outside stargazing.â
âIs that so? Iâve heard that the sky in Muprary is very beautiful. You and my brother are a match made in heaven. Meanwhile, Iâm still single. I envy you two. Indeed, a couple in love is just different.â
Jasmineâs tone was a bit sour, but she meant well.
With a bitter smile, Whitney said, âOur signal here isnât very good. If thereâs nothing else, Iâll hang up first, okay?â
After she finished speaking, Whitney didnât wait for Jasmine to say anything else and hung up the phone.
If she had to endure even a minute longer, she might not be able to hold back her emotions.
She lifted her gaze and stared the starry sky, murmuring softly, âWhere are you?â
Meanwhile, in a small fishing village at the edge of Chanaeaâs border, a woman was taking care of a man who was still unconscious.
The man was strikingly handsome. Even with injuries on his pale face, he still looked great.
Winona Gardner held the damp cloth, placing it back on the manâs forehead to help cool him down.
She had been taking care of him for three days.
The man had a cell phone, a gun, and some sort of computer chips on him. She placed them. all on the table next to him.
Winona looked at the handsome man lying on the bed. Because she knew his identity, she couldnât help but feel excited.
It would be amazing if such a wonderful man could become hers, after all.
Unfortunately, she had to obey a certain someoneâs orders.
As she lowered her gaze in thought, a subtle murmur came from the man on the bed, his fingers twitching slightly.
Winona quickly grabbed his hand, gently saying, âAre you awake? Please wake up.â
As her melodious voice reached Charlesâ cars, he slowly opened his eyes, dazed. His vision somewhat blurry His vision gradually became clear after two minutes.
What entered his view was an extremely familiar face.
He was stunned.
âG-Gwen?â Charles was weak, wanting to grasp the âGwendolynâ in front of him but lacked the strength to do so.
He struggled to rise. The pain from his injuries was so intense that it prevented him from thinking clearly.
âAre you feeling unwell?â asked Winona.
Her unfamiliar voice immediately alerted Charles to the fact that she wasnât Gwendolyn.
He closed his eyes once again. He thought he must have been unconscious for too long as he mistook a stranger for Gwendolyn.
âIf youâre not feeling well, let me make you some oatmeal. Youâve been in and out of consciousness for three days and havenât eaten much. Iâm sorry. Our village is quite underdeveloped in many ways, especially in terms of medical facilities. Therefore, all I can do is ask my grandmother to prepare some herbal remedies to apply to your wounds.â
Winonaâs voice was very pleasant to hear as it was full of vitality.
Charles was thankful she wasnât Gwendolyn.
If anything were to happen to Gwendolyn, he would probably lose his mind.
He closed his eyes to rest, too weak to respond.
Soon, the aroma of food wafted in from the window, rejuvenating Charles. He looked at the wounds on his body, bandaged with strips of cloth, and sat up despite his feeble state. Then, he began to examine his surroundings.
It was a rustic environment.
Not far across from his location was Winona cooking in the kitchen.
Upon hearing the noise Charles made, Winona immediately walked over and handed him a bowl of liquid medicine. âMy grandmother is the local doctor here. Although she may not be as skilled as those in the city, she has cured many people. This is something she wants you to Ingest. It will help with your injuries.â
Charles stared at the innocence in Winonaâs eyes It was the kind of innocence that was untainted by worldly impurities.
Her hair was thick and lustrous, and her skin was fair and without makeup. Yet, nothing could mask her innate purity.
Adding to that, her eyebrows and eyes bore a striking resemblance to Gwendolyn. It was what caused Charles to be momentarily lost in thought.
Each of her gesture and movement bore some resemblance to Gwendolyn. Her demeanor and innocent eyes were even more similar to the Gwendolyn that Charles knew w