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

on his face carried an air of despair and charm, and even with blood on his

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

which outcome was best for him, he smiled and asked, “Is this enough to

a sense

his shoulders and slammed him hard

I wish I could beat you up all night and tear your smug face apart. I’d like to see what you’re going to use to charm Gwendolyn without

plastered on his face, and he seemed unfazed by the

somberly, “Do

doesn’t remember anything herself. I 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

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

He was frustrated at himself for not being by

based on her behavior earlier. I’m afraid I’d have to bring her to

“We’re going back.”

made no move

smile and said, “Cedrick, you should head

annoying, and I’m still not

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

Cedrick.

Nico and Charles returned to the house one

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

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

slightly unfocused as well, and he silently made his way further into

accommodating Charles by offering him to spend the night in her room, which was further inside the house. As

house, Megan, who was holding a basin, happened to

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

matter? Why do

would spend the night in the living room were on their phones, acting as though his

“I’m fine. I think I’m just feeling dizzy because

Megan asked in concern. “I have some medicine in the house. Let me go

and I’ll be fine

him a once-over, her concern still apparent. “Are you really just dizzy? Why are you

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

couldn’t help snickering before clicking his

old, but your back muscles are already giving out? My, that won’t do. You’ll need to train more and improve your health,

response and straightened his back before returning

door shut behind him, making the unsteady wooden

and she stood rooted by the door

temper, and he won’t let anyone comment

free to tell me if you’re not comfortable sleeping on the floor. I’ll think

Megan. We can

to my room now. You guys get some

shut the door to her

the house’s shabby condition, the soundproofing

wall, and he could hear the conversation between