Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

How awkwardly did he have to fall to end up hitting the corner of his lips in the process?

Everyone present knew what had actually happened, but they tactfully kept silent as they lifted their utensils and dug in.

After the meal, Gwendolyn went to help Megan with the dishes.

As the men were going to discuss some matters, they grabbed a kerosene lamp and headed out.

The atmosphere was incredibly tense as they walked along the quiet village path.

The three of them walked in complete silence. It wasn’t until they could no longer see the house that Cedrick, who was leading the way, came to a stop.

He then turned around abruptly, his dark eyes shooting Charles a hostile glare.

Charles stuffed his hands in his pocket, calm and casual as ever.

The very sight of his face made Cedrick’s blood boil, and he called out grimly, “Nico.”

Nico instantly understood what Cedrick wanted without needing the latter to spell things out. He took two quick steps forward to grab Charles’ collar and clenched his fist, ready to punch Charles’ face.

Cedrick gave Nico a glance and reminded him, “Don’t hit me in the face. It’ll be too obvious.”

Nico’s fist halted midair and soon changed direction to hit Charles’ stomach.

He swung his fist several times, each time increasing in intensity.

Charles offered no defense or resistance. He remained silent, tightly furrowing his brows, enduring the immense pain inflicted upon him. Only when a metallic scent rushed up his throat did he finally turn his head to the side, coughing out a mouthful of blood.

Nico stopped and let go of his collar. Still not satisfied, he shoved the latter.

Charles stumbled back, leaning heavily against the tree behind him. With one hand pressed against the tree trunk for support, he coughed violently, trying to regain his breath.

Blood seeped out from the corner of his lips, and his face paled. He was in terrible pain.

The sight of Charles’ miserable expression lightened Cedrick’s mood. “I can’t believe you had the audacity to pretend to be Gwenny’s husband. If Gwenny believed you, you would’ve fled with her, right?”

Charles wiped the blood from his lips and licked his teeth. A flippant smile appeared on his face.

“No way, Mr. Jenson. I was just teasing Gwen. Who would’ve thought that even without her memories, she’d still be so sharp?”

Cedrick knitted his brows and gritted his teeth. “You’re asking for it.”

With that, Nico took another step forward and pinned Charles against the tree before punching him several times in the stomach again.

The pain was agonizing, and Charles coughed uncontrollably, but he clenched his jaw and didn’t make a sound.

Cedrick glanced at him coldly. “Why aren’t you dodging?”

“Two big shots of the Federal Bureau of Investigation are trying to hit me. Do you think I could dodge?”

an air of despair and charm, and even with blood on his

to endure a harsh beating from Nico now rather than wait for Cedrick to throw him back into another

best for him, he smiled and asked, “Is this enough to quell

tone carried a

grabbed his shoulders and

beat you up all night and tear your smug face apart. I’d like to see what you’re

smile was still plastered on his face, and he seemed unfazed

dissipated, he asked somberly, “Do you

found Gwendolyn in the field. Gwendolyn was injured and unconscious, so Megan brought her back out of kindness. She’s been like

kind of accident while escaping? Is that

for not being by Gwendolyn’s side to

he still couldn’t be sure whether Gwendolyn had actually lost her memories based on her behavior earlier. I’m afraid I’d have to bring her

“We’re going back.”

the path they came from. However, the two men behind him made no move to follow. He turned to glance at them, his gaze seemingly

said, “Cedrick, you should head back first. I’d like to talk

I’m

Nico’s mind, Cedrick said nothing else but, “Know your limits. If you stay out here for too

it, Cedrick. Don’t

fifteen minutes later, Nico and Charles returned to the house one after

sleeves as he walked into the house, seemingly in a good

was supporting himself against the doorframe, limping. His face was ashen, but besides the bruise by the corner

as well, and he silently made his way further

days, Megan had been accommodating Charles by offering him to spend the night in her room, which was further inside the house. As a result, she had been staying with Gwendolyn during

house, Megan, who was holding a basin, happened to bump into

late by the time Charles realized he should correct his posture to a

matter? Why do you look so battered

on their

“I’m fine. I think I’m just feeling dizzy because of how cold it was

some medicine in the house. Let me go and look for

and I’ll be fine after a good night’s

that so?” Megan gave him a once-over, her concern still apparent. “Are you

muscle issues. It’s an old problem. Don’t worry; it’s nothing serious. I’ll be fine in a

couldn’t help snickering

that won’t do. You’ll need to train more and improve your health, or else your future wife

response and straightened his back before returning to

slammed the door shut behind him, making the

he was angry, and she stood rooted by

let anyone comment on his health

to tell me if you’re not comfortable sleeping on the floor.

“Don’t worry, Megan. We can sleep anywhere. This mattress is

be going back to my room now. You

she shut the door to

the house’s shabby condition, the soundproofing was

the conversation between Gwendolyn and Megan on

look in his eyes was so genuine that I felt sad, too. I think he might