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?”

the Federal Bureau of Investigation are trying to hit me. Do you

despair and charm, and even with blood on his lips, he

now rather than wait for Cedrick to

was best for him, he smiled and asked,

carried a sense

his shoulders and slammed him hard

I wish I could beat 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

face, and he seemed unfazed

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

Gwendolyn doesn’t remember anything herself. I asked Megan about it, and she said she found Gwendolyn in the

kind of accident while escaping? Is that how she

clenched. He was frustrated at himself for not being

based on her behavior earlier. I’m afraid I’d

“We’re going back.”

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

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

and I’m

limits. If

Cedrick.

later, Nico and Charles returned to the house

rolling up his sleeves as he walked into the

corner of his lips that was

slightly unfocused as well, and he silently made his way further

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, she had been staying with

was holding a basin, happened to

correct his posture to a normal one, for Megan had already noticed something

matter? Why do

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

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

“I have some medicine in the house. Let me go and look

I’ll be fine

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

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

help snickering before

that won’t do. You’ll

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

him, making

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 get some sleep. It’s rather

of you should rest earlier too. Feel free to tell me if you’re not comfortable sleeping on the floor. I’ll think

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

be going back to my room now. You

that, she shut the door

house’s shabby condition,

he could hear the conversation between Gwendolyn and