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…”

“We only have two

the officers from the Federal Bureau of Investigation still waiting at the top of the mountain,

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

was concealed by the dim light, his hoarse voice was evidence that he was on

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

Cedrick’s emotions. She was preoccupied with inspecting

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

just afraid that both of you might be uncomfortable sleeping

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 stay here

they had to sleep on the muddy ground without

him, and the atmosphere immediately lightened

atmosphere didn’t extend to everyone. Cedrick’s attention was still

really… not remember me anymore? How did things end

Gwendolyn’s

familiar ring was still

approached Gwendolyn and squatted down next to her, asking in a trembling voice, “Do you really… not remember

silent before meeting his gaze for a second. She then

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

the ring. With

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

concealing the look of

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

thin lips quivered, and his face

he seemed to have lost a precious treasure dear to

not a good man at all. He failed to protect you and made you

rebutted seriously, “It’s not his fault. My husband is definitely the best husband in

she insisting that her husband is

did not know if he should feel sad or

familiar urge, almost habitual, to place his trembling hands on

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