Except for him, Charles, Nico, and Megan were all looking at Gwendolyn, waiting for her to make a decision.

Staring at the beans in her hands, Gwendolyn cast her gaze downward instead of replying immediately.

Megan smiled. “Both of them are so handsome. It’s indeed hard to choose. If I were you, I’d choose both of them.”

Although she intended to ease the tense atmosphere, none of the three men laughed along with her.

It was merely a lighthearted joke, yet they seemed to treat this matter with utmost importance.

Awkwardly, Megan stopped smiling and fell silent.

Faced with their stares, Gwendolyn maintained her composure, but a slight pout of unhappiness was evident on her lips. “I won’t choose any of them. I don’t know him, so why should I choose him to be my husband?”

Cedrick’s heart ached, as if a dagger had just pierced it. He gulped, feeling a bitter taste rising in his throat.

He was in so much pain that he felt the urge to tear up. Lowering his gaze, he struggled to suppress his rising emotions.

Nico’s expression was grim, too. He stood quietly beside Cedrick and felt sorry when he saw how pale his employer looked.

Charles’ expression was just as gloomy as the other two men.

His guess was correct. Gwendolyn, after losing her memories, would not choose Cedrick.

However, he wasn’t at all happy. After everything he did for the past few days, Gwendolyn had grown familiar with him and was willing to trust him. Yet, when it came to choosing between Charles and Cedrick, who seemed like a stranger to her, she still did not choose Charles.

The three men stood in the courtyard, stiff as statues.

Megan couldn’t stand the rigid atmosphere and brought out a few stools for them to sit on.

She then turned to Charles and inquired, “Do your guests want to stay for dinner? It’s getting late, and the nights can be quite dark in the mountains. They might need to stay overnight, but…”

Pausing mid-sentence and hesitating for a while, she continued in a troubled tone, “We only have two beds and a wooden couch at home. I’m afraid we can’t fit everyone.”

Bureau of Investigation still waiting at the top of the mountain, Charles replied promptly, “It’s fine, Megan. They don’t

We just need two blankets. It’s dark

his frighteningly pale face was concealed by the dim light, his hoarse voice was evidence that he was on the verge

to resist stealing glances at

only one who remained completely oblivious to Cedrick’s emotions. She was preoccupied with inspecting Cedrick’s

addition to the unique aura

both of you might be uncomfortable sleeping

Cedrick, “Not at all. The air here is fresh and the scenery

had experienced much worse during their missions at the border, where they had to sleep on the muddy ground

along with him, and the atmosphere

Cedrick’s attention was still fixed on Gwendolyn, who seemed completely unaffected by

not remember me anymore? How did things end up

Gwendolyn’s face

ring was still on her

squatted down next to her, asking in a

his gaze for a second. She then looked away and calmly corrected him,

again as he continued to ask, “Then what about the

smooth surface of the ring. With her gaze

have a husband. He probably treats me very well too and never lets me do

quietly on the side, concealing the look

in his eyes, blurring his vision. However, he stubbornly refused to let his tears fall, his pride keeping them at

lips quivered, and his face became

moment, he seemed to have lost a precious treasure dear to his heart. Even his broad shoulders trembled, making him appear

at all. He failed to protect you

definitely the best husband in the world! Besides, I’m not suffering at all. Megan treats me very

is she insisting that her husband is

a moment, Cedrick did not know if

felt a familiar urge, almost habitual, to place his trembling hands on

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