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.”

the top of the

sentence, Cedrick interrupted him hoarsely, “It’s okay. Nico and I can sleep on the floor. We

pale face was concealed by the dim

tracks, unable to resist stealing glances at

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

the unique aura they’re exuding, they must be

no trouble. I’m just afraid that both of you might

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

their missions at the border, where they had to sleep on the muddy ground without moving a muscle for twelve hours. They endured that torture without

and the

was still fixed on Gwendolyn, who seemed

really… not remember me anymore? How

gaze fell from Gwendolyn’s face to

still on her left ring

of hope lit up his eyes as he approached Gwendolyn and squatted down next to

silent before meeting his gaze for a second. She then

he continued to ask, “Then what about the ring on your left hand? You’re

of the ring. With her gaze still cast downward,

got this ring. But it 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

listened quietly on the side, concealing

eyes, blurring his vision. However, he stubbornly refused to let his

face became a canvas

precious treasure dear to his heart. Even his broad shoulders trembled, making

at all. He failed to protect you and made you suffer

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

she insisting that her husband is the best despite not remembering

moment, Cedrick did not know if he

trembling hands on her knees.

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