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?”

Bureau of Investigation are trying to hit me. Do you think I could

face carried an air of despair and charm, and even

than wait for Cedrick to throw

him, he smiled and asked, “Is this enough

tone carried a sense of

shoulders and slammed him hard against

all night and tear your smug face apart. I’d like

was still plastered on his face, and

most of Cedrick’s anger dissipated, he asked somberly, “Do

the field. Gwendolyn was injured and unconscious, so Megan brought her

some kind of accident while

was frustrated at himself for not

earlier. I’m afraid I’d have to bring her to the hospital for

“We’re going back.”

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 the

you should head back

too annoying, and I’m still

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

Cedrick. Don’t

fifteen minutes later, Nico and Charles

sleeves as he walked into the house, seemingly

contrast, Charles was supporting himself against the doorframe, limping. His face was ashen, but besides the bruise by the corner of his lips that was there before he left the

slightly unfocused as well, and

had been accommodating Charles by offering him to spend the night in her room, which was further inside

house, Megan, who was holding a basin, happened to bump

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

the matter? Why do

two men who would spend the night in the living room were on their phones, acting as though

out a smile and muttered, “I’m fine. I think I’m just

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

it’s fine. I’m quite strong, and I’ll be fine after a

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

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

snickering before clicking his

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

and straightened his back before returning to

him,

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

comment on his health even though he knows it’s

you should rest earlier too. Feel free to tell me if

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

my room now. You guys

that, she shut the door

to the house’s shabby condition,

sat by the wall, and he could hear the conversation between Gwendolyn and Megan on the other side of the