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

Bureau of Investigation still waiting at the top of the mountain,

Charles could finish his sentence, Cedrick interrupted him hoarsely, “It’s okay. Nico and I can sleep on the floor. We just need two blankets. It’s dark

face was concealed by the dim light,

in her tracks, unable to resist stealing glances

completely oblivious to Cedrick’s emotions. She

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

no trouble. I’m just afraid that both of

The air here is fresh and the scenery is

the border, where they had to sleep on the

him, and the

was still fixed

she really… not remember me anymore?

gaze fell from Gwendolyn’s face to her slender

ring was still on her

as he approached Gwendolyn and squatted down next to

his gaze for a second. She

to ask, “Then what about the ring

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

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 fair and clean. I probably love him a lot as well because I keep wearing this ring,” Gwendolyn said with a mixture

concealing the look of sorrow in his

vision. However, he stubbornly refused to let

and his face became a canvas of regret and

dear to his heart. Even his

man at all. He failed to protect you and

husband in the

husband is the

know if he should feel sad or

urge, almost habitual, to place his trembling hands on her knees. The yearning to

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