Pursuing My Ex Wife in Full Blooming Spring

The taxi cruised steadily around the circular road, accelerating as it approached. In the distance, the airport gate came into Charles' view.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

At the same time, a person stood on the left side of the main gate, wearing a thin shirt and loose jeans. Her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail behind her. The three a.m. night was eerily quiet, with the lights tinged with silence as if the glow itself was in slumber. Everything existed in the hush of the atmosphere, and everything flowed calmly.

She stood there, holding a square white handbag in one hand and a phone in the other. She rested on her arm, seemingly feeling a little chilly. Her fingers lightly pinched her arm, unconsciously. However, she lifted her head slightly, gazing into the night and the orange halo. A faint smile graced her lips, seemingly enjoying the night.

He watched her, observed her smile, watched as the light enveloped her, surrounding her. His knuckles tightened, and his heartbeat involuntarily quickened. Every expression and gesture of hers constantly stirred him, making it hard to control himself.

The taxi stopped in front of Naomi, and she sensed it. Lowering her head, she looked.

The door opened, and Charles got out of the car.

Naomi smiled slightly. "Charles."

Charles looked at her, at her calm brows and eyes, at her gentle smile. Opening the car door, he said, "Feeling cold? Get in first."

Naomi nodded. "Okay."

She was a little cold, but it was bearable.

Naomi got into the car, and Charles followed suit. Quickly, the door closed, and the car moved forward.

At the same time, on the right side of the airport gate, a man stood there, engrossed in his phone, appearing inconspicuous. However, as the taxi departed, he put down his phone and watched the departing vehicle. He noted the license plate at the rear and dialed a number. "Follow the taxi with the license plate ending in 397."

"Alright."

Soon, a black car pulled out from the parking area and trailed the taxi.

In the car.

Charles dialed a number, "Aunt Lilly, I remember there being a couple of outfits for me at home?"

"Yes."

"Could you please bring me a coat? I'm a bit cold tonight, so just deliver it to the hospital."

"Sure, I'll bring it over right now."

"Thank you."

"No problem, anything else you need?"

Charles thought for a moment and said, "Ask my mom if they need anything, and bring it over together." "Okay, I'll call her now."

"Okay."

After a brief call, Charles hung up and looked at the person beside him. Naomi did not hear Charles's conversation. She was messaging Sean, updating him on her situation, and inquiring about Amelia's condition.

Although she would soon see Amelia, it was always good to have a

sense of reassurance. Naomi's fingers tapped on the phone, and Charles watched, his gaze scanning her eyebrows and eyes. S

Her eyebrows were elegantly long and gentle, each hair distinct-a naturally beautiful shape that required no embellishment. Beneath these eyebrows were a pair of

beautiful eyes, double-lidded wel. no

the outer corners slightly upturned. Her eyes were neither coquettish nor overly charming, and they seemed to exude a sense of serenity.

He found himself captivated by those eyes.

Naomi sent the information to Sean and then looked it up. As her eyes met Charles', he was caught off guard.

He was staring at her as if lost in thought.

Naomi blinked her thick eyelashes and said, "Charles?"

Charles snapped out of it, his gaze instinctively shifting away, his ears turning red.

It was the first time he looked at her like that, and she caught him. He felt a sense of being caught red-handed.

"Well, uh," He cleared his throat, bringing his fist to his lips to ease his embarrassment, then said, "I noticed you seemed a bit cold just now. Are you still cold?"