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…”

and hesitating for a while, 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 replied promptly, “It’s fine, Megan. They don’t need

him hoarsely, “It’s okay. Nico and I can sleep on the floor. We just need two blankets. It’s

he was trying hard to keep his emotions in check and his frighteningly pale face was concealed

in her tracks, unable to resist stealing glances at him a few more

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

unique aura they’re exuding, they must be either from

just afraid that both of you might be uncomfortable sleeping on

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

the floor meant nothing to them. They had experienced much worse during their missions at the border, where they had to sleep

with him, and

attention was still fixed on Gwendolyn, who seemed completely unaffected by

anymore? How did things end up

fell from Gwendolyn’s face to

was still on her

Gwendolyn and squatted down next

meeting his gaze for a second. She then looked

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

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

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

side, concealing the look of sorrow in his

fluttered as tears brimmed in his eyes, blurring his vision. However, he stubbornly refused

quivered, and his face became a canvas of regret and

moment, he seemed to have lost a precious treasure dear to his heart. Even his broad shoulders

He failed to protect

fault. My husband is definitely the best husband in the world! Besides, I’m not suffering at

is she insisting that her husband is the

not know if he

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

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