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”

My parents passed away while they were at sea some time

realized that she had

clearly been

at these 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 cheeks flushed slightly as she left the

attire seemed a bit outdated.

a bowl of freshly

needs nourishment. I’ll go catch some fish

to Charles, and he finished it in just a few

that despite the house’s age, it was

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

she

his eyes involuntarily focusing on her face each

though he saw a different person in her.

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

dress,

a fishing village, she managed to keep herself neat and tidy

small pot, carefully uning it to be ready in a quarter of an hour With great care, she carried the

gradually awakening to the sound of approaching footsteps, stirred

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

“Gwen… Gwen…”

life before his eyes. Her graceful curves resembled

lost in thought, seemingly

without Cedrick

these past few days were meant to detoxify your body. Today’s dose will be the last, just to reinforce

immediately brought Charles back from his

was only then that he realized he mistook Winona for

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

his gentlemanly demeanor as he picked up

no harm done,” Winona replied with a faint

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

held back or refused his kindness. “It just so happens that we could use more help on the farm at home. If you