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…”

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

Bureau of Investigation still waiting at the top of the mountain, Charles replied promptly, “It’s fine, Megan.

hoarsely, “It’s okay. Nico and I can sleep on the floor. We

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

unable to resist stealing glances

oblivious to Cedrick’s emotions. She was preoccupied with inspecting Cedrick’s and Nico’s

the unique aura they’re exuding,

trouble. I’m just afraid that both of you might

and the scenery is gorgeous. It’s our honor to be able to stay here

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 a muscle

him, and the atmosphere immediately lightened

extend to everyone. Cedrick’s attention was still fixed on Gwendolyn, who

remember me anymore? How did things end

Gwendolyn’s face to her slender

still on her

faint glimmer of hope lit up his eyes as he approached Gwendolyn and squatted down next

remained silent before meeting his gaze for a second. She then looked away and calmly corrected him,

continued to ask, “Then what about the ring

left hand, stroking the smooth surface of the ring. With her gaze still cast downward, she shook

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

on the side, concealing the

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

face became

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

good man at all. He failed to protect you and made you suffer

his fault. My husband is definitely the best husband in the world! Besides, I’m

that her husband is the best despite not

not know if he

trembling hands on her knees. The

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