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.”

still waiting at the top of

on the floor. We just need two blankets. It’s dark

in check and his frighteningly pale face was concealed

her tracks, unable to resist stealing glances

completely oblivious to Cedrick’s emotions. She was preoccupied with inspecting Cedrick’s and

obviously have a powerful background. In addition to the unique aura they’re exuding, they must be either from a

just afraid that both of you

and the scenery is gorgeous. It’s our honor to be able to stay here for

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

laughed along with him, and

atmosphere didn’t extend to everyone. Cedrick’s attention was still fixed on Gwendolyn, who seemed completely unaffected

remember me anymore?

from Gwendolyn’s face to her

still on her

as he approached Gwendolyn and squatted down next to her, asking in a trembling voice, “Do you

gaze for a second. She then looked away and calmly corrected him, “I don’t recognize

the ring

the ring.

seems like I’ve been wearing it for such a long time that I can’t take it off. Maybe… I have a husband. He probably treats me very well too and never lets me do any household

on the side, concealing the look of sorrow in

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

thin lips quivered, and his face became a canvas of regret

dear to his heart. Even his

not a good man at all. He failed to protect you and made you suffer so

his fault. My husband is definitely the best husband in the world!

insisting that her husband is

did not know if he should feel sad

almost habitual, to place his trembling hands on her knees. The yearning to touch and

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