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

now rather than wait for

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

a sense

shoulders and slammed him hard against the

night and tear your smug face

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

dissipated, he asked somberly, “Do you know why Gwenny lost her

the

kind of

clenched. He was frustrated at himself for not being

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

“We’re going back.”

no move to follow. He turned to glance at them,

put on a smile and said, “Cedrick, you should head back first. I’d like to talk to Charles in

I’m still not

said nothing else but, “Know your limits. If you stay out here for too long, they’ll

it, Cedrick. Don’t

fifteen minutes later, Nico and Charles returned to

his sleeves as 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

slightly unfocused as well, and he silently made

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 this

was holding a basin, happened

Charles realized he should correct his posture to

Why do you look so

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

muttered, “I’m fine. I think I’m just

have some medicine in the house. Let me go and

it’s fine. I’m quite strong, and I’ll be

concern still apparent.

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

help snickering before clicking his

muscles are already giving out? My, that won’t do. You’ll need to train more and improve your health, or

response and straightened his back before returning to

shut behind him, making the

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

temper, and he won’t let anyone comment on his health even though he knows it’s bad. Do go and get some sleep. It’s rather

too. Feel free to tell me if you’re not comfortable sleeping on the floor. I’ll think of

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

going back to my room now. You guys

the door to her

the house’s shabby condition, the

hear the conversation between Gwendolyn and Megan on the other

Jenson’s reaction was stronger than Mr. Newton’s. When he gazed at you, the sorrowful look in his eyes was so genuine that I felt sad, too. I think he might be telling the