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…”

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

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

sleep on the floor. We just need two blankets. It’s dark now, so it’s not safe

his frighteningly pale face was concealed by the

unable to resist stealing glances at him a few more

to Cedrick’s

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

afraid that both of you might be uncomfortable

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

where they had to sleep

with him, and the atmosphere

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

remember me anymore? How did things end

fell from Gwendolyn’s face to her slender

familiar ring was still

and squatted down next

She then looked away and calmly corrected him,

clenched once again as he continued to ask, “Then what about the ring on

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

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,”

on the side, concealing the look of

However, he stubbornly refused to let his tears fall, his pride keeping

quivered, and his face became a canvas of regret and

precious treasure dear to his heart. Even his broad shoulders

at all. He failed to protect you and made you suffer so

is definitely the best husband in the world! Besides, I’m

she insisting that her husband is the best despite not

not know if he should feel sad

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

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