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.”

officers from the Federal Bureau of Investigation still waiting at the top of the mountain, Charles replied

sleep on the floor. We just need two blankets. It’s dark now, so

was concealed by the dim light,

unable to resist stealing glances at

to Cedrick’s emotions. She

obviously have a powerful background. In addition to the unique aura they’re

of

fresh and the scenery is gorgeous.

on the 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 a muscle for twelve hours.

him, and the atmosphere

everyone. Cedrick’s attention was still fixed on Gwendolyn, who seemed completely

not remember me anymore? How

gaze fell from Gwendolyn’s face to her slender

familiar ring was still

as he approached Gwendolyn and squatted

a second. She then looked away and calmly

about the ring on your left hand? You’re married. Don’t you

surface of the

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 chores. That’s why my hands are so fair and clean.

quietly on the side, concealing

brimmed in his eyes, blurring his vision. However, he stubbornly refused

quivered, and his face became

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

failed to

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

she insisting that her husband is the best despite not remembering

not know if he should feel sad or

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

of him as a perverted hooligan

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