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?”

despair and charm, and even with blood on his

endure a harsh beating from Nico now rather than wait for Cedrick to

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

tone carried a

grabbed his shoulders and slammed him hard

night and tear your smug face apart. I’d like to see what you’re going to use to charm Gwendolyn without this handsome face

his face, and he seemed

dissipated, he asked somberly, “Do you

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

did she get hurt? Was she in some kind of

frustrated at himself for not being by Gwendolyn’s

behavior earlier. I’m afraid I’d have to bring her to the hospital for a

“We’re going back.”

away and began walking back up 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 questioning, Aren’t you coming? Are you planning to

you should head back first. I’d like to

annoying, and I’m

your limits.

it, Cedrick. Don’t

Charles returned to the house

sleeves as he walked into the house, seemingly in a

but besides the bruise by the corner of his lips that was there before he left the house, there were no other signs

unfocused as well, and he silently made

Charles by offering him to spend the night in her room, which was further inside the house.

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

his posture to a normal one, for Megan had already noticed something

matter? Why do

living room were on their phones, acting as though his condition had nothing to

a smile and muttered, “I’m fine. I think I’m just feeling dizzy because

medicine in the house. Let me

I’ll be fine after a good

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

her a reassuring smile and explained, “I have some back muscle issues. It’s

couldn’t help snickering before

Newton, you’re only thirty years old, but your back muscles are already giving out? My, that won’t do. You’ll need to train more and improve your health, or else your future wife is going

darkened, but he merely grunted in response and straightened his back before returning

door shut behind him, making the unsteady wooden

she stood rooted by the door for

won’t let anyone comment on his health even though he knows it’s

right then. The two of you should rest earlier too. Feel free to tell me if you’re not comfortable sleeping on the floor. I’ll think of a

head and smiled. “Don’t worry, Megan. We

going back to my room now.

shut the door

to the house’s shabby condition, the

the wall, and he could hear the conversation between Gwendolyn and Megan on the other side of the

than Mr. Newton’s. When he gazed at you, the sorrowful look in his