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…”

a while, she continued in a troubled tone, “We only have two beds and

still waiting at the top of the mountain, Charles replied

I can sleep on the floor. We just need

emotions in check and his frighteningly pale face was concealed by the dim

in her tracks, unable to resist stealing glances

to Cedrick’s emotions. She was preoccupied with

powerful background. In addition to the unique aura they’re

trouble. I’m just afraid that both of you

behalf of Cedrick, “Not at all. The air here is fresh and the scenery is gorgeous. It’s

worse during their missions at the border, where they had to sleep on the muddy

with him, and the atmosphere immediately

attention was still fixed on Gwendolyn,

me anymore? How did things end up like

gaze fell from Gwendolyn’s face

ring was still on her left

approached Gwendolyn and squatted down next to her, asking

a second. She then looked away and calmly corrected him, “I don’t

ask, “Then what about the ring on your left hand? You’re married. Don’t you remember

smooth surface of the ring.

too and never lets me do any household chores. That’s why my hands are so fair and clean. I probably love him a lot as well because I keep wearing this

the side, concealing the look

vision. However, he stubbornly refused to let his tears

and his face became a canvas of

he seemed to have lost a precious treasure dear to his heart.

He failed to protect you and made you suffer

seriously, “It’s not his fault. My husband is definitely the best husband in the world! Besides, I’m not

her husband

know if he should feel

habitual, to place his trembling hands on her knees. The yearning to touch

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