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?”

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

now rather than wait for Cedrick to

well which outcome was best for him, he smiled and asked, “Is this enough

carried a

his shoulders and slammed him hard against

and tear your smug face apart. I’d like to see what you’re going

on his face, and he

most of Cedrick’s anger dissipated, he asked somberly, “Do you know why Gwenny lost

herself. I asked Megan about it, and she said she found Gwendolyn in the field.

she in some kind of accident while escaping? Is that how

was frustrated at himself for not being by

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

“We’re going back.”

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 should head back first.

annoying, and I’m

but, “Know your limits. If you

Cedrick. Don’t

Charles returned to

he walked into the house, seemingly in a

contrast, Charles was supporting himself against the doorframe, limping. His face was ashen, but besides the bruise by the corner of his lips that was there before he left

slightly unfocused as well, and he silently made his way further

him to spend the night in her

who was holding a basin,

was too late by the time Charles realized he should correct his posture to a normal one, for Megan had

the matter? Why do you

two men who would spend the night in the living room were on their phones, acting as though his condition had

and muttered, “I’m fine. I think I’m just feeling dizzy because of how cold it

concern. “I have some medicine in the

I’ll be fine after

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

her a reassuring smile and explained, “I have some back muscle issues. It’s an old problem. Don’t worry; it’s nothing

help snickering before clicking his

old, but your back muscles are already giving out? My, that won’t do. You’ll need to train more

but he merely grunted in response and straightened

him, making the

he was angry, and she stood rooted by the door for a long while in

anyone comment on his

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

Megan. We can sleep

to my room now.

the door

shabby condition,

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

Newton’s. When he gazed at you, the sorrowful look in his eyes was so genuine that I