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”

I don’t have many men’s clothes at home. My parents passed away while they were at sea some time ago, and

she had only her grandmother to rely on in life.

been challenging

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

seemed a bit

room, he found a bowl of

it to him, saying, “Your body needs nourishment. I’ll go catch some fish tomorrow to help you

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

despite the house’s age, it was impeccably clean, a testament

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 already

her words as she spoke about her simple

his eyes involuntarily focusing on

he saw a different person

the chimney, and a faint medicinal aroma wafted from

long dress, emitted a gentle and calming aura.

in a fishing village, she managed to

pot, carefully uning it to be ready in a quarter of

sound of

eyes.

“Gwen… Gwen…”

to life before his eyes. Her graceful

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

without Cedrick by her

been giving you these past few days were meant

immediately brought Charles back from his

was only then that he realized he mistook Winona

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

gentlemanly

Winona replied with a faint

there’s ever anything the fishing village needs

or refused his kindness. “It just so happens that we