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 to hit me. Do you

of despair and charm, and

preferred to endure a harsh beating from Nico now rather than wait for Cedrick to throw him back into another

which outcome was best for him, he smiled

carried a sense of

Nico grabbed his shoulders and

tear your smug face apart. I’d

plastered on his face, and he seemed unfazed by

asked somberly, “Do you know

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

in some kind of accident

for not being by Gwendolyn’s side

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 wait until

“We’re going back.”

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 coming? Are you planning to feed

on a smile and said, “Cedrick, you should head back first. I’d like to

and I’m still

Nico’s mind, Cedrick said nothing else but, “Know your limits. If you stay out here

it, Cedrick.

Charles returned

as he walked into the house, seemingly in

bruise by the corner of his lips that was there before he left the house, there

as well, and

accommodating Charles by offering him to spend the night in her room, which was further inside the house. As a result, she had

who was holding a basin, happened to bump

too late by the time Charles realized he should correct his posture to a normal one, for Megan had

matter? Why do you look

night in the living room were on

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

Megan asked in concern. “I have some medicine in the house.

I’m quite strong, and I’ll be fine

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

issues. It’s an old problem.

snickering

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 more and improve your

response and straightened his back before returning to his room,

him, making the unsteady wooden door

that he was angry, and she stood rooted by the door for a

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

to tell me

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

to my room now.

the door to her room,

to the house’s shabby condition,

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