Wooing My Ex-Wife

Charles was stunned.

In the end, Winona waved her hand before him and asked in confusion, “Sir? Sir? Are you listening to what I’m saying?”

At that, Charles snapped back to reality. He took the medicine from her and gulped it down without hesitation.

He was well aware that if she had been sent by Leonardo, she would have killed him long ag instead of taking care of him until now.

After drinking the medicinal brew, a bit of brown liquid lingered at the corner of his mouth. Winona quickly took out her handkerchief to wipe away the stain.

She soon realized her behavior might have been inappropriate. She quickly explained, “Sir, this handkerchief is clean, it’s not a rag.”

Seeing her flushed cheeks, Charles weakly curled his lips into a teasing smile. “If I were to say your actions just now have charmed me, would you take responsibility?”

“Sir… I…”

Winona’s cheeks grew even redder, and she became more flustered.

Charles quickly clarified, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything else. Thank you for saving me. My name is Charles. What’s yours?

“W-Winona.”

Her cheeks remained as red as apples, and she grew more cautious in her movements.

In this state, she looked rather adorable.

At that moment, Charles found himself captivated by the girl before him, who bore a striking resemblance to Gwendolyn. His thoughts kept drifting.

Despite the unbearable pain from his gunshot wound, Charles mustered the strength to lift the quilt and discovered he was only in his underwear.

He was rendered speechless, his handsome brows furrowing with sudden embarrassment.

“Excuse me, could you please find me some clothes? I’d like to get out of bed and move around”

course, but I don’t have many men’s clothes at home. My parents passed away while they were at

Charles realized that she had only her grandmother

clearly been challenging for

said as she handed Charles a set of dark-colored clothes. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she left the room.

seemed a

from the room, he found a bowl of freshly cooked oatmeal waiting

nourishment. I’ll go catch some fish tomorrow to help you

plain oatmeal smelled incredibly inviting to Charles, and he

it was impeccably clean, a testament to the homeowner’s

on each other, and we don’t have much extra income. Having a house like this

she

his eyes involuntarily focusing on her

was as though he saw a different person in

next morning, at the crack of dawn, black smoke rose from the chimney, and a faint medicinal aroma wafted from the firewood room.

in a light green long dress,

village, she managed to keep herself neat

a small pot, carefully uning it to be ready in a quarter of an hour With great

sound of

phoenix eyes. In his daze, he saw a familiar figure approaching his bedside.

“Gwen… Gwen…”

attire, she seemed like Gwendolyn came to life before his eyes. Her graceful curves resembled a beautiful flower

entranced by her radiant charm, lost in thought, seemingly forgetting his surroundings, his identity, with only Gwendolyn before

Gwendolyn without Cedrick by

on, take your medicine. The ones I’ve been giving you these past few days were meant to detoxify your body.

Charles back from

he realized he mistook Winona for Gwendolyn

Charles’ dreams were frequently filled with memories of his decade-long companionship with Gwendolyn, likely due to spending so much

his gentlemanly demeanor as he picked up the medicinal soup and downed

done,” Winona replied with

fishing village needs my help with in the

had become more comfortable around Charles. She no longer held back or refused his kindness. “It just so happens that we could use more help on the farm at home. If you don’t mind hard work, would