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…”

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

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

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

pale face was concealed

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

oblivious to Cedrick’s emotions. She was preoccupied with

to the unique aura they’re exuding,

no trouble. I’m just afraid that both of you might be uncomfortable sleeping

fresh and the scenery is gorgeous. It’s

on the floor meant nothing to them. They had experienced much worse during their missions at the border, where they had to sleep on the muddy ground without moving

with him, and the atmosphere immediately

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

not remember me anymore? How did things end up like

fell from Gwendolyn’s

ring was still on her left

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

a second. She then looked away and calmly corrected him, “I don’t

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

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

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

the side, concealing the look of sorrow in

vision. However, he stubbornly refused to let his

his face became a canvas of regret and

seemed to have lost a precious treasure dear to his

all. He failed to protect you and made you

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

her husband

moment, Cedrick did not know if

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

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