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

searched. Charles realized that she had

had clearly been challenging

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

seemed a bit

found a bowl of freshly cooked oatmeal waiting for him on

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

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

the room’s decor, noting that despite the house’s age, it was impeccably clean, a testament to the homeowner’s dedication to

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 already

as she spoke about her simple life.

warmly, his eyes involuntarily focusing on her

he saw

of dawn, black smoke rose from the chimney, and a faint medicinal aroma wafted from

light green long dress, emitted a gentle and

village, she managed

in a quarter of an hour With great care, she carried the

gradually awakening to the sound of approaching footsteps, stirred

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

“Gwen… Gwen…”

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

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

without Cedrick by

take your medicine. The ones I’ve been giving you these past few days were meant to

Charles back from his chaotic reverie.

was only then that he realized he mistook Winona for Gwendolyn once again.

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 downed it

Winona

now, all thanks to you. If there’s ever anything the fishing village needs

so happens that we could use more help on the farm at home. If you don’t mind hard work, would you