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”

clothes at home. My parents passed away while they were at sea some time

realized that she had only

been

a look at these clothes and see if they fit. Don’t worry, they’re clean,” Winona said as she handed Charles a set of dark-colored clothes. Her cheeks flushed slightly as

attire seemed a

bowl of freshly cooked oatmeal waiting for him on

“Your body needs nourishment. I’ll

of plain oatmeal smelled incredibly inviting to Charles, and he finished it in just

the room’s decor, noting that despite the house’s age, it was impeccably clean,

other, and we don’t have much extra income.

she spoke

focusing

as though he saw a different person in her.

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

long dress, emitted a

managed to keep herself

small pot, carefully uning it to be ready in a quarter of an hour With great care, she carried the medicinal soup and approached the room where

sound of approaching footsteps, stirred from hist

slightly as he opened his precious phoenix eyes. In his daze, he saw

“Gwen… Gwen…”

green attire, she seemed like Gwendolyn came to life before

charm, lost in thought, seemingly forgetting his surroundings, his identity, with only Gwendolyn before

Gwendolyn without Cedrick

on, take your medicine. The ones I’ve been giving you these past few days were meant to detoxify your body. Today’s dose will be the last,

unfamiliar voice immediately brought Charles back from his chaotic reverie.

realized he mistook Winona for

companionship with Gwendolyn, likely due to spending

rudeness.” Charles quickly stood up, regaining his gentlemanly demeanor as he picked up

done,” Winona replied with a faint smile.

anything the fishing village needs my help with in the

held back or refused his kindness. “It just so happens that we could use more help on