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

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

had clearly been

as she handed Charles a set of dark-colored clothes. Her cheeks flushed slightly as

attire seemed a

he found a bowl of freshly cooked oatmeal waiting for him on the stove.

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

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

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

each other, and we don’t have much extra income. Having a house like this to live in is already quite good. You must be

she spoke about her

eyes involuntarily focusing

he saw a different person in her.

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

a light green long dress, emitted a gentle and calming

fishing village, she managed to keep herself neat

traditional medicine in a 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

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

long eyelashes fluttered slightly as he opened his precious phoenix eyes. In his daze, he

“Gwen… Gwen…”

Gwendolyn came to life before his eyes. Her graceful curves resembled a beautiful flower

entranced by her radiant charm, lost in thought, seemingly forgetting his surroundings, his identity, with only Gwendolyn before

without

these past few days

unfamiliar voice immediately brought Charles back from his chaotic

was only then that he realized he mistook

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

gentlemanly demeanor as he

no harm done,” Winona replied with

ever anything the fishing village needs my help

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