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…”

hesitating for a while, she continued in a troubled tone, “We only have two

Bureau of Investigation still waiting at the top of the mountain, Charles replied promptly, “It’s fine, Megan. They don’t need

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 now, so it’s not safe to leave

and his frighteningly pale face was concealed by the dim light, his hoarse voice

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

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

In addition to the unique aura they’re exuding, they must be either from

just afraid that both of you might be uncomfortable

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

missions at the border, where they

along with him, and the

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

me anymore? How did

fell from Gwendolyn’s face to

familiar ring was still on her left

he approached Gwendolyn and squatted down next to

second. She then looked away and

heart clenched once again as he 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 still cast downward, she shook her

a husband. He probably treats me very well too and never lets me

quietly on the side, concealing the look of sorrow in his

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

and his face became a

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

all. He failed to protect

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

she insisting that her husband is the

moment, Cedrick did not know if he should feel sad

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

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