The Ex and Her Riches

How awkwardly did he have to fall to end up hitting the corner of his lips in the process?

Everyone present knew what had actually happened, but they tactfully kept silent as they lifted their utensils and dug in.

After the meal, Gwendolyn went to help Megan with the dishes.

As the men were going to discuss some matters, they grabbed a kerosene lamp and headed out.

The atmosphere was incredibly tense as they walked along the quiet village path.

The three of them walked in complete silence. It wasn’t until they could no longer see the house that Cedrick, who was leading the way, came to a stop.

He then turned around abruptly, his dark eyes shooting Charles a hostile glare.

Charles stuffed his hands in his pocket, calm and casual as ever.

The very sight of his face made Cedrick’s blood boil, and he called out grimly, “Nico.”

Nico instantly understood what Cedrick wanted without needing the latter to spell things out. He took two quick steps forward to grab Charles’ collar and clenched his fist, ready to punch Charles’ face.

Cedrick gave Nico a glance and reminded him, “Don’t hit me in the face. It’ll be too obvious.”

Nico’s fist halted midair and soon changed direction to hit Charles’ stomach.

He swung his fist several times, each time increasing in intensity.

Charles offered no defense or resistance. He remained silent, tightly furrowing his brows, enduring the immense pain inflicted upon him. Only when a metallic scent rushed up his throat did he finally turn his head to the side, coughing out a mouthful of blood.

Nico stopped and let go of his collar. Still not satisfied, he shoved the latter.

Charles stumbled back, leaning heavily against the tree behind him. With one hand pressed against the tree trunk for support, he coughed violently, trying to regain his breath.

Blood seeped out from the corner of his lips, and his face paled. He was in terrible pain.

The sight of Charles’ miserable expression lightened Cedrick’s mood. “I can’t believe you had the audacity to pretend to be Gwenny’s husband. If Gwenny believed you, you would’ve fled with her, right?”

Charles wiped the blood from his lips and licked his teeth. A flippant smile appeared on his face.

“No way, Mr. Jenson. I was just teasing Gwen. Who would’ve thought that even without her memories, she’d still be so sharp?”

Cedrick knitted his brows and gritted his teeth. “You’re asking for it.”

With that, Nico took another step forward and pinned Charles against the tree before punching him several times in the stomach again.

The pain was agonizing, and Charles coughed uncontrollably, but he clenched his jaw and didn’t make a sound.

Cedrick glanced at him coldly. “Why aren’t you dodging?”

big shots of the Federal Bureau of Investigation are trying to hit me. Do you

of despair and charm, and even with blood on his lips, he

beating from Nico now rather than wait for Cedrick to throw him back

he smiled and asked, “Is this enough to quell your

a

and slammed him

for it! I wish I could beat you up all night and tear your smug face apart. I’d like to see what you’re

on his face, and he

most of Cedrick’s anger dissipated, he asked somberly, “Do you know why Gwenny

asked Megan about it, and she said she found Gwendolyn in the field. Gwendolyn was injured and unconscious, so Megan brought her back out of kindness. She’s been like this ever since

in some kind of

heart clenched. He was frustrated at himself for not

still couldn’t be sure whether Gwendolyn had actually lost her memories based on her behavior earlier. I’m afraid I’d have to bring her to the hospital for a checkup. That’ll have to wait

“We’re going back.”

said, he strode away and began walking back up the path they came from. However, the two men behind him made no move to follow. He turned to glance at them, his gaze seemingly questioning, Aren’t you coming?

you should head back first. I’d like to

I’m still

your limits. If you stay

Cedrick. Don’t

and Charles returned to the

up his sleeves as he walked into the house, seemingly in a good

supporting himself against the doorframe, limping. His face was ashen, but besides the bruise by the corner of his lips that was there before he left the

and he silently made his way further into the

Megan had been accommodating Charles by offering him to spend the night in her room, which

was holding a basin,

the time Charles realized he should correct his posture to a normal one, for

Why do you

who would spend the night in the living room were on their phones, acting as though his condition had nothing

fine. I think I’m just feeling dizzy because of how cold

cold?” Megan asked in concern. “I have some medicine in the house. Let me

fine. I’m quite strong, and I’ll be fine after a

concern still apparent. “Are you really just dizzy? Why are you holding your

muscle issues. It’s an old problem. Don’t worry; it’s nothing serious. I’ll be

couldn’t help snickering before clicking

do. You’ll need to train more and improve your health,

but he merely grunted in response and straightened his back before returning to

slammed the door shut behind him, making the unsteady wooden

could tell that he was angry, and she stood rooted

he won’t let anyone comment on his health even though he knows it’s bad. Do go and get some sleep. It’s rather

you should rest earlier too. Feel free to tell me if you’re not comfortable sleeping on

bobbed his head and smiled. “Don’t worry, Megan. We can sleep anywhere.

be going back to my room now. You guys get some

the door to

house’s shabby condition, the soundproofing

hear the conversation between Gwendolyn and Megan on