Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 786

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…”

she continued in a troubled tone, “We only have two beds and a wooden couch at home. I’m

the officers from the Federal Bureau of Investigation still waiting at the top of the mountain, Charles

I can sleep on the floor. We just need two blankets. It’s

he was trying hard to keep his emotions in check and his frighteningly pale face was concealed by the dim light, his hoarse voice

resist stealing glances at

only one who remained completely oblivious to Cedrick’s emotions. She was preoccupied with inspecting Cedrick’s and

to the unique aura

I’m just afraid that both of you might be uncomfortable sleeping on

on behalf of Cedrick, “Not at all. The air here is fresh and the scenery is

to them. They had experienced much worse during their missions at the border, where they had to sleep on the muddy ground without moving

him, and the atmosphere immediately lightened

everyone. Cedrick’s attention was still fixed on Gwendolyn, who

she really… not remember me anymore? How

from Gwendolyn’s face to

familiar ring was still on

his eyes as he approached Gwendolyn and squatted down next to her, asking in a trembling voice, “Do you really…

before meeting his gaze for a second. She then looked

clenched once again as he continued to ask, “Then what about the ring on your left hand? You’re married. Don’t you

of the ring. With her gaze still cast downward, she

husband. He probably treats me very well too and never lets me do any household chores. That’s why my hands are so fair and clean. I probably love him

concealing the look

as tears brimmed in his eyes, blurring his vision. However, he stubbornly refused to let his tears fall, his pride keeping them at

lips quivered, and his face became a

dear to his heart. Even his broad shoulders trembled, making him appear

He failed to protect you and made you suffer so

husband is definitely the best husband in the world! Besides, I’m

her husband is the best

know if he should feel

familiar urge, almost habitual, to place his trembling hands on

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