The Ex and Her Riches

Back in Grand Valley Hospital, Salinsburgh, Cedrick was sitting by the bed while the nurse brought in a tray of medical supplies. On it were antiseptic solutions, cotton swabs, disinfectants, and some other medicines.

Gwendolyn watched on from a corner. She had no intention to offer any help in applying the medicine.

Cedrick was scrutinizing her facial expression. When he saw that Gwendolyn was not a tad bit jealous of the nurse who was treating the wound on his arm, he felt upset.

Hence, he coaxed Gwendolyn to go for an assessment at the psychiatry department once he was done.

The results came out after half an hour.

“Mr. Jenson, Mrs. Jenson has really lost her memory, and she won’t be able to recall many things. However, upon examining her, I realize that her case of amnesia is a mild one. It’s very likely to be temporary. It might help to bring her to some familiar places and go down memory lane with her.”

Cedrick was holding his breath at the doctor’s office. He stared at the medical report and fell into a prolonged silence.

The doctor continued, “Mrs. Jenson’s memory loss is probably caused by her injury. According to Megan, Mrs. Jenson developed a high fever and was unconscious for two days. The back of her head was hit, and the bruises have yet to dissipate. It appears that she was hurt quite badly at that time. Anyway, you don’t have to worry too much, Mr. Jenson. We’ve taken a CT scan of her brain, and there isn’t any blood clot in her cerebellum. In other words, there’s no nerve compression. Hence, it’s only a matter of time before she will regain her memory.”

Cedrick put down the report and left the doctor’s office without uttering a single word.

Gwendolyn was waiting quietly in the VIP ward. She did not speak until the moment Cedrick entered the room.

“I’ve done all the tests as per your request. When can I leave the hospital?” she asked eagerly.

Cedrick slowly walked across the room toward her, bent down, and helped her to put on her shoes. “Today.”

“Great! You can pack up now. Where’s Megan? I’ll go look for her.”

He did not respond but quietly helped her put on her shoes.

Charles, who followed Nico to Federal Bureau of Investigation, heard that Cedrick brought Gwendolyn to the hospital and immediately rushed over to see her. After asking the nurses in the hallway, he managed to find Gwendolyn’s ward.

The door to her ward was not completely shut but slightly ajar.

he overheard some voices talking in the room. Hence, he

the doctor for a medical assessment, and I did. How was it?

head. He was stumped. After what

he thought she was faking her

was true. Gwendolyn had completely forgotten about

and noticed a faint red rim at the corner of his eyes. His short hair at that moment gave off a totally different vibe. In front of her, he was not a hostile personality like when he was

felt a hint of

“I’m in the wrong for testing you multiple times over the past few days. I’ll bring you home later and show you our marriage certificate. If

out her hand and patted his head. Right when she was about to speak, she caught a glance of the door

the glass surface of the man’s expensive watch

It was Charles.

a second before pinching Cedrick’s cheek and

Jenson. Your above-average face fits my beauty standards, and you’ve made it

and said in a serious tone,

into a crescent shape. She added playfully, “Yesterday, Charles asked me who would I pick if I had to choose a husband between the two

around his eyes

nodded. “I’ve thought about

had made a serious choice. She was

in no time. Yet, he still had his doubts. “Gwenny, you said you hated

I can help you quit. If you don’t succeed

That’s my darling wife!

in Charles’ eyes as he lowered his head and gradually shut the door. He did not

considered me one bit. Even though I found her earlier than Cedrick, she still wouldn’t come with me. Does she really not have any feelings toward

brewed within Charles as his

pursuing her for more than a

were in Erihal. You’ve missed your chance, and there won’t be another. Life is about moving forward. You are trapping yourself into the past and refusing to

about it,

out. “Charles, why are you here? Finally, you’re