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 troubled tone, “We only have two beds and a wooden couch at home. I’m afraid we can’t

the top of the mountain, Charles replied

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

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

tracks, unable to resist stealing glances

Cedrick’s emotions. She was preoccupied with

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

afraid that both of you might be uncomfortable sleeping on the

Cedrick, “Not at all. The air here is fresh and

border, where they had to sleep on the muddy ground without moving a muscle for twelve hours. They endured that torture

with him, and the atmosphere immediately

atmosphere didn’t extend to everyone. Cedrick’s attention was still fixed on Gwendolyn, who seemed completely

remember me anymore? How did things end up

from Gwendolyn’s face to her slender

was still on her left ring

as he approached Gwendolyn and squatted down next to her, asking in a trembling voice,

before meeting his gaze for a second. She then looked

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

left hand, stroking the smooth surface of the ring. With her

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

listened quietly on the side, concealing

eyes, blurring his vision. However, he stubbornly refused to let his tears fall, his pride

thin lips quivered, and his face became a canvas of regret and

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

He failed

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

that her husband is the best despite

Cedrick did not know if he should feel

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

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