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.”

top of the mountain, Charles replied promptly, “It’s fine, Megan. They don’t need

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

face was concealed

resist stealing glances at him a

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

addition to the unique aura they’re exuding, they must be either

afraid that both of you might be uncomfortable sleeping on the

“Not at all. The air here is fresh and the scenery is gorgeous. It’s our

floor meant nothing to them. They had experienced much worse during their missions at the border, where they had to sleep on the muddy ground without moving

along with him, and the atmosphere immediately

was still fixed on Gwendolyn, who

not remember me anymore? How

fell from Gwendolyn’s

still on her left

approached Gwendolyn and squatted down

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

clenched once again as he continued to ask, “Then what about the ring on your left

the

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 chores. That’s why my hands are so fair and clean. I probably love him a lot as well because I keep

side, concealing the look of

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

lips quivered, and his face became a canvas of

moment, he seemed to have lost a precious treasure dear to his

failed to protect

seriously, “It’s not his fault. My husband is definitely the best husband in the world! Besides, I’m not suffering at all. Megan treats me

is she insisting that her husband is the best despite not remembering

not know if he should feel sad

to place his trembling hands on her knees. The yearning to touch and embrace her overwhelmed

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