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 ago, and there aren’t many of their clothes

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

been challenging

these clothes and see if they fit. Don’t worry, they’re clean,” Winona said as she handed Charles

a

bowl of freshly cooked oatmeal waiting

saying, “Your body needs nourishment. I’ll

inviting to Charles, and he finished it in

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

words as she spoke

warmly, his eyes involuntarily focusing

though he saw a different person in her.

of dawn, black smoke rose from the chimney,

green long dress, emitted a gentle and

in a fishing village, she managed to keep herself neat

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

sound of approaching footsteps,

eyes. In his daze, he saw a familiar figure

“Gwen… Gwen…”

attire, she seemed like Gwendolyn came to life before his

by her radiant charm, lost in thought, seemingly forgetting his surroundings, his identity,

Gwendolyn without Cedrick by

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

brought Charles back from his chaotic reverie.

he realized he mistook Winona

decade-long companionship with Gwendolyn, likely due to spending

Charles quickly stood up, regaining his gentlemanly demeanor as he picked up the medicinal soup and

done,” Winona replied with a faint smile.

If there’s ever anything the fishing

days together, Winona had become more comfortable around Charles. She no longer held back or refused his kindness. “It just so happens that we could use more help on the farm at home. If you don’t mind hard work, would you like to join us?”