Wooing My Ex-Wife

How awkwardly did he have to fall to end up hitting the corner of his lips in the process?

Everyone present knew what had actually happened, but they tactfully kept silent as they lifted their utensils and dug in.

After the meal, Gwendolyn went to help Megan with the dishes.

As the men were going to discuss some matters, they grabbed a kerosene lamp and headed out.

The atmosphere was incredibly tense as they walked along the quiet village path.

The three of them walked in complete silence. It wasn’t until they could no longer see the house that Cedrick, who was leading the way, came to a stop.

He then turned around abruptly, his dark eyes shooting Charles a hostile glare.

Charles stuffed his hands in his pocket, calm and casual as ever.

The very sight of his face made Cedrick’s blood boil, and he called out grimly, “Nico.”

Nico instantly understood what Cedrick wanted without needing the latter to spell things out. He took two quick steps forward to grab Charles’ collar and clenched his fist, ready to punch Charles’ face.

Cedrick gave Nico a glance and reminded him, “Don’t hit me in the face. It’ll be too obvious.”

Nico’s fist halted midair and soon changed direction to hit Charles’ stomach.

He swung his fist several times, each time increasing in intensity.

Charles offered no defense or resistance. He remained silent, tightly furrowing his brows, enduring the immense pain inflicted upon him. Only when a metallic scent rushed up his throat did he finally turn his head to the side, coughing out a mouthful of blood.

Nico stopped and let go of his collar. Still not satisfied, he shoved the latter.

Charles stumbled back, leaning heavily against the tree behind him. With one hand pressed against the tree trunk for support, he coughed violently, trying to regain his breath.

Blood seeped out from the corner of his lips, and his face paled. He was in terrible pain.

The sight of Charles’ miserable expression lightened Cedrick’s mood. “I can’t believe you had the audacity to pretend to be Gwenny’s husband. If Gwenny believed you, you would’ve fled with her, right?”

Charles wiped the blood from his lips and licked his teeth. A flippant smile appeared on his face.

“No way, Mr. Jenson. I was just teasing Gwen. Who would’ve thought that even without her memories, she’d still be so sharp?”

Cedrick knitted his brows and gritted his teeth. “You’re asking for it.”

With that, Nico took another step forward and pinned Charles against the tree before punching him several times in the stomach again.

The pain was agonizing, and Charles coughed uncontrollably, but he clenched his jaw and didn’t make a sound.

Cedrick glanced at him coldly. “Why aren’t you dodging?”

Investigation are trying to hit

face carried an air of despair and charm,

Nico now rather than wait for Cedrick to throw him back into another high-security

he smiled and asked, “Is this enough to quell

carried a sense

shoulders and slammed him hard against

really asking for it! I wish I could beat you up all night and tear your smug face apart. I’d like to see what you’re

was still plastered on his face,

anger dissipated, he asked somberly, “Do you know why Gwenny

she said she found Gwendolyn in the field. Gwendolyn was injured and unconscious, so Megan brought

did she get hurt? Was she in some kind of accident while escaping? Is that how

clenched. He was frustrated at himself for not being by Gwendolyn’s

I’m afraid I’d have to bring her to the hospital for a checkup. That’ll have to

“We’re going back.”

path they came from. However, the two men behind him made no move to follow. He turned to glance at them, his gaze seemingly questioning, Aren’t you

said, “Cedrick, you should head back first. I’d like

too annoying, and I’m still not

your limits. If you stay out here for too long,

it, Cedrick. Don’t

fifteen minutes later, Nico and Charles returned to the house one

his sleeves as he walked into the house, seemingly in

himself against the doorframe, limping. His face was ashen, but besides the bruise by the corner of

well, and he silently made his way further into

in her room, which was further inside the house.

limped into the house, Megan, who was holding a basin,

realized he should correct his posture to a normal one, for Megan

the matter? Why do you

two men who would spend the night in the living room were on their phones, acting as though his condition had nothing

smile and muttered, “I’m fine. I think I’m just feeling dizzy because

have some medicine in the house. Let me go and look for it. You should take

and I’ll

Megan gave him a once-over, her concern still apparent. “Are you really just dizzy? Why

have some back muscle issues. It’s an old problem. Don’t worry; it’s nothing serious. I’ll be fine in a

help snickering before clicking his

thirty years old, but your back muscles are already giving out? My, that won’t do.

expression darkened, but he merely grunted in response and straightened his back before returning

behind him, making

and she stood rooted

has a bad temper, and he won’t let anyone comment on his health even though he knows it’s bad. Do

rest earlier too. Feel free to tell me if you’re not comfortable sleeping

head and smiled. “Don’t worry, Megan. We can sleep anywhere.

my room now. You

she shut the door

shabby condition, the soundproofing

and he could hear the conversation between Gwendolyn and