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

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

been challenging

clean,” Winona said as she handed Charles a set of dark-colored clothes. Her

attire seemed a

a bowl of freshly cooked oatmeal

“Your body needs nourishment. I’ll go catch

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

the house’s age, it was impeccably clean, a testament to the homeowner’s dedication to cleanliness.

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 quite

as she spoke about her

focusing on

as though he saw a different person

crack of dawn, black smoke rose from the chimney,

long dress, emitted a gentle

she managed to keep herself neat and

it to be ready in a quarter of an hour With great care, she carried the medicinal soup

awakening to the sound of approaching footsteps, stirred from

his precious phoenix eyes. In

“Gwen… Gwen…”

seemed like Gwendolyn came to life before his eyes. Her graceful curves

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

Gwendolyn without

ones I’ve been giving you these past few days were meant to detoxify your body. Today’s dose will be the last,

brought Charles back from

realized he mistook Winona for Gwendolyn once again.

with memories of his decade-long companionship with Gwendolyn, likely due to

regaining his gentlemanly demeanor as he picked up the medicinal soup

okay, no harm done,” Winona replied

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

these past few days together, Winona had become more comfortable around Charles. She no longer held back or refused his kindness. “It just so happens that