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

herself as she searched. Charles realized that she had

had clearly been challenging for

clothes and see if they fit. Don’t worry, they’re clean,” Winona said as she handed Charles a

attire seemed a

the room, he found a bowl of freshly cooked oatmeal

nourishment. I’ll go catch some

simple bowl of plain oatmeal smelled incredibly inviting to Charles, and he

age, it was impeccably clean, a testament

lowered her head and said, “My grandmother and I rely on each other, and we don’t have much extra income. Having

as she spoke about her

focusing on her

saw a different person

morning, at the crack of dawn, black smoke rose from the chimney, and a faint medicinal

green long dress, emitted a gentle and

fishing village, she managed to

of an hour With great care, she carried the medicinal soup

the sound of approaching footsteps, stirred

eyes. In his daze, he saw a familiar

“Gwen… Gwen…”

she seemed like Gwendolyn came to life before his eyes. Her

in thought, seemingly

without Cedrick by her

you awake now? Come 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, just to reinforce

Charles back from

that he realized he mistook Winona for Gwendolyn once

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

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

Winona replied with a faint smile.

the fishing village needs

past few days together, Winona had become more comfortable around Charles. She no longer held back or refused his kindness. “It just so happens that