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”

passed away while they were at sea some time ago, and

as she searched. Charles realized that she had only her grandmother to rely on

clearly been challenging for

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

attire seemed a

a bowl of freshly cooked oatmeal waiting for him on the

to him, saying, “Your body needs nourishment. I’ll go catch

oatmeal smelled incredibly inviting to Charles, and he finished it in just a few

it was impeccably clean, a testament to the homeowner’s

have much extra income. Having a house like this to live in is already quite good. You must be from a big

tinged her words as she spoke about her simple life.

focusing on her face each

as though he saw a different person

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

green long dress, emitted a gentle and

village, she managed

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

awakening to the sound of approaching footsteps, stirred

eyes. In his daze, he saw a familiar figure

“Gwen… Gwen…”

green attire, she seemed like Gwendolyn came to life before his eyes. Her graceful curves resembled a beautiful flower in full

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

Gwendolyn without Cedrick by her

you these past few days were meant to detoxify your

voice immediately brought Charles

then that he realized he mistook Winona for

were frequently filled with memories of his decade-long companionship with Gwendolyn,

quickly stood up, regaining his gentlemanly demeanor as he picked up the medicinal soup and downed it in

harm done,” Winona replied with

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

around Charles. She no longer held back or refused his kindness. “It just so