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”

home. My parents passed away while they were at sea some time ago, and

realized that she had only her grandmother to rely on

clearly been challenging for

if they fit. Don’t worry, they’re clean,” Winona said as she handed Charles a set of dark-colored clothes. Her

seemed a

bowl of freshly cooked oatmeal waiting for him on

I’ll go catch some fish tomorrow

Charles, and he finished

that despite the house’s age, it was

examining the house, Winona lowered her head and said, “My grandmother and I rely on each other, and we don’t have much extra income. Having a house like this to live in is

she

eyes involuntarily focusing on her face each time.

saw a different person in her.

the chimney, and a faint medicinal aroma wafted

dress, emitted a gentle

she managed to

quarter of an hour With great care, she carried the

of approaching footsteps, stirred from hist

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

“Gwen… Gwen…”

in her light green attire, she seemed like Gwendolyn came to life before his

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

was a Gwendolyn without

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

Charles back from his chaotic

was only then that he realized he

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

for my earlier rudeness.” Charles quickly stood up, regaining his gentlemanly demeanor as he picked up the medicinal soup and

done,” Winona replied with a

ever anything the fishing village needs my help

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