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”

away while they were at sea some time ago, and there aren’t

to herself as she searched. Charles realized that she had only

had clearly 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

a bit

room, he found a bowl of freshly cooked oatmeal waiting for him

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

incredibly inviting to Charles, and he

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

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

tinged her words as she spoke about her simple

his eyes involuntarily focusing on her face each

though he saw a different

from the chimney, and a faint medicinal aroma wafted

dressed in a light green long dress, emitted

fishing village, she managed to keep herself neat

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 Charles was

to the sound of approaching footsteps, stirred from hist slumber.

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

“Gwen… Gwen…”

her light green attire, she seemed like Gwendolyn came to life before his eyes. Her graceful curves resembled

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

Gwendolyn without Cedrick by her

been giving you these past few days were meant to detoxify

voice immediately brought Charles back from his

only then that he realized he mistook Winona for Gwendolyn

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

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

no harm done,” Winona

now, all thanks to you. If there’s ever anything the fishing village needs my help with in the future, I’ll

just so happens that we could use more help on the farm at home. If you don’t