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,

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

in check and his frighteningly pale face was concealed by the dim light, his

resist stealing glances at him a

oblivious to Cedrick’s emotions. She was

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

just afraid that both of you might

The air here is fresh and the scenery is gorgeous. It’s our honor to be able

nothing to them. They had experienced much worse during their missions at the border, where they

with him, and the atmosphere

atmosphere didn’t extend to everyone. Cedrick’s attention was still fixed on

not remember me anymore? How did things end up

gaze fell from Gwendolyn’s

was still on her

and squatted down next to her, asking in a trembling voice, “Do

gaze for a second. She then looked away and calmly

as he continued to ask, “Then what about the ring on your left hand? You’re married. Don’t

hand, stroking the smooth surface of the ring.

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

side, concealing the look of sorrow in

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

thin lips quivered, and his face became a

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

a good man at all. He failed to protect you and made you

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

she insisting that her husband

moment, Cedrick did not know if he should

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

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