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…”

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

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

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 now, so it’s not safe to leave the mountains. Thank you for your hospitality,

pale face was concealed by the dim

resist stealing glances at him a few more

Cedrick’s emotions.

uniforms! They obviously have a powerful background. In addition to the unique aura they’re

of you might be

on behalf of Cedrick, “Not at all. The air here is fresh and the scenery

much worse during their missions at the border, where they

along with him, and the

was still fixed on Gwendolyn,

she really… not remember me anymore? How did things

Gwendolyn’s face to her slender

ring was still on her left

up his eyes as he approached Gwendolyn and squatted down next to her, asking in a trembling voice, “Do you really…

She

he continued to ask, “Then what about the ring on your left hand? You’re married.

the ring. With her gaze

too and never lets me do

quietly on the side, concealing the look of sorrow

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

and his face became a

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

failed to protect you and made you suffer so

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

she insisting that her husband is the

moment, Cedrick did not know if

trembling hands on

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