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?”

are trying to hit

despair and charm, and

a harsh beating from Nico now rather than wait

full well which outcome was best for him, he smiled and asked, “Is

tone carried a sense of

his shoulders and slammed

you up all night and tear your smug face apart. I’d like to see what you’re going to use to charm Gwendolyn without this handsome face

on his face, and he seemed unfazed by

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

in the

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

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

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.”

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

you should head back first. I’d like

and I’m still not

“Know your limits. If you stay out here for too long, they’ll

Cedrick. Don’t

Nico and Charles returned to the house one

sleeves as he walked into the house,

limping. His face was ashen, but besides the bruise by the corner of his lips that

unfocused as well, and he

to spend the night in her room, which was further inside the house. As a result, she had been staying

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

his posture to a normal one, for Megan

matter? Why do you

night in the living room were on their phones, acting as though his condition had nothing to do

fine. I think I’m just

some medicine in the house. Let me go

I’ll be fine after a

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

some back muscle issues. It’s an old problem. Don’t worry; it’s

couldn’t help snickering before clicking

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

merely grunted in response and straightened his back before returning to his room,

him, making the unsteady

could tell that he was angry, and she stood rooted

“Just ignore him, Megan. He has a bad temper, and he won’t let anyone comment on his health even though

to tell me if you’re not comfortable

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

my room now. You guys get some

the

house’s shabby condition, the soundproofing was

and he could hear the conversation between Gwendolyn and