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…”

continued in a troubled tone, “We only

the officers from the Federal Bureau of Investigation still waiting at the top of

Cedrick interrupted him hoarsely, “It’s okay. Nico and I can sleep on the floor. We

was concealed by the dim light, his hoarse voice was evidence that he was on the

in her tracks, unable to resist stealing glances at him a few more

Cedrick’s emotions. She was

obviously have a powerful background. In addition to the unique aura they’re exuding, they must be

I’m just afraid that both of you might be

here is fresh and the scenery is gorgeous. It’s our

on the floor meant nothing to them. They had experienced much worse during their missions at the border, where they had to sleep on the muddy ground without moving

with him, and the atmosphere

still fixed

not remember me anymore?

from Gwendolyn’s face

familiar ring was still on her left

glimmer of hope lit up his eyes as he approached Gwendolyn and squatted down

gaze for a second. She then looked away and calmly

what about the ring on your left hand?

of the ring. With her gaze

wearing it for such a long time that I can’t take it off. Maybe… I have a husband. He probably treats me very well too and never lets me do any household chores. That’s why my hands are so

concealing the look

vision. However, he stubbornly refused to

his face became

moment, he seemed to have lost a precious treasure dear to his heart. Even his broad shoulders trembled, making him

at all. He failed to protect

rebutted seriously, “It’s not his fault. My husband is definitely the best husband in the world! Besides, I’m not suffering

her husband is the best despite

know if

place his trembling hands on her knees. The yearning to touch and

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