Pursuing My Ex Wife in Full Blooming Spring

Inside, someone watched as Charles entered the hospital. He held his phone, listening to the voice on the other end.

"Alright, I understand," he said and hung up the phone.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Herland, Moondance Villa.

In the study.

Jonas took down his phone, his gaze slightly lowered, his eyes silently icy. After a while, he activated his phone and sent a message.

Charles carried a bag and arrived at Amelia's ward.

He did not knock. Instead, he softly opened the door. The small night lamp in the ward remained lit, clearly illuminating everything inside and casting light on the person sleeping on the edge of the bed.

She was asleep, unaware that he entered when he opened the door. With a gentle gaze, he softly closed the door. He walked over, placed the bag on the bedside table, and was about to take out the clothes to cover her. However, as he reached for the clothes, the fabric rubbed against the bag, producing a faint sound, causing him to freeze.

He glanced at Naomi and saw that she did not wake up, still sleeping deeply. He withdrew his gaze, picked up the bag, turned around, and quietly left.

The door did not close completely, just gently pulled together. Then, he went to a slightly distant place and placed the bag on a long chair. He took out the clothes and only then did he re-enter the ward.

The atmosphere in the ward was silent, not a sound to be heard. He walked extremely lightly, making no footsteps. He approached her from behind, unfolding the garment with utmost care before gently draping it over her.

It was a windbreaker that Wendy

instructed Aunt Lilly to fetch. It was an outer layer belonging to her, the daughter who, despite being married, occasionally returned to her parents' home to visit and spend time with her family. Hence, her parental home still housed some of her clothes. However, this particular garment was not new, and it was already worn by her.

Nevertheless, with no clothing

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stores open at this late hour, there was no choice but to make do for the time being. Otherwise, Wendy would have already personally gone to buy new clothes. As Charles covered Naomi, he observed her face, ensuring she was not disturbed.

As the garment settled on Naomi, there was no sign of her waking up. Not a flutter of her eyelashes. He sighed in relief. She was usually a punctual sleeper, but this night was filled with back-and-forth journeys, leaving her exhausted.

Looking at the shadows under her eyelids, he noticed a deeper shade of blue. A pang of sympathy welled up in his eyes. If he could, he wished he could take care of everything for her, so she would not have to worry or be fatigued. He just wanted her to be okay.

Charles stood there, watching Naomi for a while, then shifted his gaze to Amelia, lying asleep in bed beside her. With the crying session having passed, Amelia's complexion appeared much improved, likely because Naomi arrived, bringing peace to her troubled heart.

Both of them were in a deep slumber. Checking the time, he realized it was already four o'clock, and the sky would begin to brighten in another hour.

Charles cast a final glance at Naomi and turned away, closing the door with a soft click. This time, he made sure to snap it shut.

Naomi seemed to faintly hear that sound; her eyelashes fluttered, but she was too weary, and the slight change went unnoticed. She drifted back into a deep slumber.

Carrying a bag, Charles returned upstairs to the 16th floor. Aunt Lilly already left, and the crowd from earlier dwindled, leaving only a few individuals stationed not far from the ICU.

At this hour, everyone could not stay

there. They needed rest and would

return tomorrow to take shifts. When Charles went to pick Naomi up, arrangements were already made those who needed rest would go home, and those required to stay would continue their watch.

It was about time for Wendy to leave as well. She was here for a long time, and considering her age, it was appropriate for her to take a break.