Except for him, Charles, Nico, and Megan were all looking at Gwendolyn, waiting for her to make a decision.

Staring at the beans in her hands, Gwendolyn cast her gaze downward instead of replying immediately.

Megan smiled. “Both of them are so handsome. It’s indeed hard to choose. If I were you, I’d choose both of them.”

Although she intended to ease the tense atmosphere, none of the three men laughed along with her.

It was merely a lighthearted joke, yet they seemed to treat this matter with utmost importance.

Awkwardly, Megan stopped smiling and fell silent.

Faced with their stares, Gwendolyn maintained her composure, but a slight pout of unhappiness was evident on her lips. “I won’t choose any of them. I don’t know him, so why should I choose him to be my husband?”

Cedrick’s heart ached, as if a dagger had just pierced it. He gulped, feeling a bitter taste rising in his throat.

He was in so much pain that he felt the urge to tear up. Lowering his gaze, he struggled to suppress his rising emotions.

Nico’s expression was grim, too. He stood quietly beside Cedrick and felt sorry when he saw how pale his employer looked.

Charles’ expression was just as gloomy as the other two men.

His guess was correct. Gwendolyn, after losing her memories, would not choose Cedrick.

However, he wasn’t at all happy. After everything he did for the past few days, Gwendolyn had grown familiar with him and was willing to trust him. Yet, when it came to choosing between Charles and Cedrick, who seemed like a stranger to her, she still did not choose Charles.

The three men stood in the courtyard, stiff as statues.

Megan couldn’t stand the rigid atmosphere and brought out a few stools for them to sit on.

She then turned to Charles and inquired, “Do your guests want to stay for dinner? It’s getting late, and the nights can be quite dark in the mountains. They might need to stay overnight, but…”

troubled tone, “We only have two beds and a wooden couch at home.

from the Federal Bureau of Investigation still waiting at the top of the mountain, Charles replied promptly, “It’s fine, Megan. They don’t

floor. We just need two blankets. It’s dark now, so it’s not safe to leave the mountains. Thank you for your hospitality,

to keep his emotions in check and his frighteningly pale face was concealed by the dim light, his

unable to resist stealing glances at him a

one who remained completely oblivious to Cedrick’s emotions. She was preoccupied with inspecting Cedrick’s

They obviously have a powerful background. In addition to the unique aura they’re

I’m just afraid that both of you might be uncomfortable sleeping on

and

they had to sleep on the muddy ground without moving a muscle for twelve hours. They endured that torture without

along with him, and

didn’t extend to everyone. Cedrick’s attention was still fixed on Gwendolyn, who seemed completely unaffected

she really… not remember me anymore? How did

gaze fell from Gwendolyn’s face to her slender

was still on her left ring

hope lit up his eyes as he approached Gwendolyn and squatted down next to her, asking in a trembling voice, “Do you really… not

meeting his gaze for a second. She then

clenched once again as he continued to ask, “Then what about the ring on

the ring. With her gaze still cast downward,

probably treats me very well too and never lets me do any household chores. That’s why my hands are so fair and

concealing the look

his vision. However, he stubbornly refused to let his tears fall, his pride keeping them at

thin lips quivered, and his face

lost a precious treasure dear to his heart. Even his broad shoulders trembled, making him appear

a good man at all. He failed

My husband is definitely the best husband in the world! Besides, I’m not suffering at all. Megan treats

her husband

did not know if he

felt a familiar urge, almost habitual, to place his trembling hands on her

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