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 think I

of despair and charm,

to endure a harsh beating from Nico now rather than wait for

best for him, he smiled and asked, “Is

a

his shoulders and slammed

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

on his face, and he seemed

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

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 she

get hurt? Was she in some kind of accident while escaping? Is that how she got

for

her memories based on her behavior earlier. I’m afraid I’d have to bring her to the hospital for a

“We’re going back.”

made no move to follow. He turned to glance at them, his gaze seemingly questioning, Aren’t you coming? Are you planning to feed the

and said, “Cedrick, you should head back first. I’d

too annoying, and I’m

nothing else but, “Know your limits. If you stay out here

Cedrick. Don’t

Nico and Charles returned

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

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

were slightly unfocused as well, and he silently made

Charles by offering him to spend the night in her room, which was further inside the house. As a result, she had been staying with Gwendolyn

was

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

Why do

who would spend the night in the living room were on

out a smile and muttered, “I’m fine. I think

some medicine in the house. Let me go and look for it. You should

fine. I’m quite strong, and I’ll be

so?” Megan gave him a once-over, her concern still apparent. “Are

explained, “I have some back muscle issues. It’s an old problem. Don’t worry; it’s nothing serious. I’ll be fine in a few

snickering before

Newton, you’re only thirty years old, but your back muscles are already giving out? My, that won’t do. You’ll need to train more and improve your health, or else your future wife is going

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

slammed the door shut behind him, making the unsteady

that he was angry, and she stood rooted by the door for a long while

comment on his health even though he

should rest earlier too. Feel free to tell me if you’re not comfortable sleeping on the floor. I’ll think

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

to my room

she shut the door

to the house’s shabby condition, the soundproofing

sat by the wall, and he could hear the conversation between Gwendolyn and