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?”

shots of the Federal Bureau of Investigation are trying

carried an air of despair and charm, and even with

beating from Nico now rather than wait for Cedrick to throw

best for him, he smiled and asked, “Is this enough

tone carried a sense

shoulders and slammed him hard

really asking for it! I wish I could beat you up all night and tear your smug face

was still plastered on his face, and he

he asked somberly, “Do you know why Gwenny

shook his head. “Not quite. Gwendolyn doesn’t remember anything herself. I asked Megan about it, and she said she found Gwendolyn in the field. Gwendolyn was injured and unconscious, so Megan brought her back out of kindness. She’s been like this

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

heart clenched. He was frustrated at himself for

couldn’t be sure whether Gwendolyn had actually lost her memories based on her behavior earlier. I’m afraid I’d have to bring her to the hospital for a checkup. That’ll have to

“We’re going back.”

behind him made no move to follow. He turned to glance at them, his gaze seemingly questioning, Aren’t you coming? Are you planning

you should head back first. I’d like to talk

I’m

nothing else but, “Know your limits. If you stay out here for too

it, Cedrick.

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

up his sleeves as he walked into the house, seemingly in

by the corner of his lips that was there before he left the house, there were no other signs of

and he silently made his

past few days, Megan had been accommodating Charles by offering him to spend the night in her room, which was further inside the house. As a result,

was holding a

he should correct his posture

do you

in the living room were on

“I’m fine. I think I’m just

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

strong, and I’ll be fine after a good

gave him a once-over, her concern still apparent. “Are you really

and explained, “I have some back muscle issues. It’s an old problem. Don’t worry; it’s nothing

couldn’t help snickering before clicking his

Newton, you’re only thirty years old, but your back muscles are already giving out? My, that won’t do. You’ll need

darkened, but he merely grunted in response and straightened his back before returning to his room, walking

behind him,

could tell that he was angry, and she stood rooted by the door for a long while in

comment on his health even though he knows it’s bad. Do go and get some

free to tell

bobbed his head and smiled. “Don’t worry, Megan. We can

room now. You guys get

she shut the door to her room,

the house’s shabby

he could hear the conversation between Gwendolyn and Megan on the other side of the