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…”

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

waiting at the top of the mountain, Charles replied

Nico and I can sleep on the floor. We just need two blankets. It’s dark now, so 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 was evidence that he was on the verge of

her tracks, unable to resist stealing glances at

to Cedrick’s

obviously have a powerful background. In addition to the unique aura they’re exuding, they must be either from a wealthy or noble

just afraid that both of you might

at all. The air here is fresh and the

them. They had experienced much worse during their missions at the border, where they had to sleep on the muddy ground without moving a muscle for twelve hours. They endured that torture

and the atmosphere

didn’t extend to everyone. Cedrick’s attention was still

she really… not remember me anymore? How did things

from Gwendolyn’s

was still

he approached Gwendolyn and squatted down next to her,

second. She then looked away and calmly corrected him, “I don’t recognize

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

left hand, stroking the smooth surface of the ring. With her gaze still cast downward,

this ring. But it seems like I’ve been 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

concealing the look of sorrow

fluttered 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

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

a good man at all. He failed to protect you and

best husband in the world! Besides, I’m not suffering at all. Megan

her husband is the best despite not remembering

a moment, Cedrick did not know if he should

hands on her knees. The yearning to touch

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