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…”

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

still waiting at the top of the mountain, Charles replied promptly, “It’s fine,

sleep on the floor. We just need two blankets. It’s dark now,

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

to resist stealing glances at

one who remained completely oblivious to Cedrick’s emotions. She

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

both of you might be

replied on behalf of Cedrick, “Not at all. The air here is fresh and the scenery is gorgeous. It’s our honor to be

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 a muscle for twelve hours. They endured that

and the

Cedrick’s attention was still fixed on Gwendolyn,

anymore? How did

Gwendolyn’s face to her

ring was still on her left

up his eyes as he approached Gwendolyn and squatted down next

remained silent before meeting his gaze for a second. She then looked away and calmly corrected him,

what about the ring on your left hand? You’re married. Don’t you remember who your husband

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

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 fair and

side, concealing

brimmed in his eyes, blurring his vision. However, he

lips quivered, and his face became a canvas of

a precious treasure dear to his heart. Even his broad shoulders trembled,

good man at all. He failed to protect you and

is definitely the best husband in the world! Besides, I’m not

is she insisting that her husband is the

moment, Cedrick did not know if he should feel sad or

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

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