Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 786

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.”

Remembering the officers from the Federal Bureau of Investigation still waiting at the top of the mountain, Charles replied promptly, “It’s fine, Megan. They don’t need to—”

Before Charles could finish his sentence, Cedrick interrupted him hoarsely, “It’s okay. Nico and I can sleep on the floor. We just need two blankets. It’s dark now, so it’s not safe to leave the mountains. Thank you for your hospitality, Megan.”

Though he was trying hard to keep his emotions in check and his frighteningly pale face was concealed by the dim light, his hoarse voice was evidence that he was on the verge of tears.

Gwendolyn paused in her tracks, unable to resist stealing glances at him a few more times.

Megan was the only one who remained completely oblivious to Cedrick’s emotions. She was preoccupied with inspecting Cedrick’s and Nico’s uniforms.

Military uniforms! They obviously have a powerful background. In addition to the unique aura they’re exuding, they must be either from a wealthy or noble family.

“It’s no trouble. I’m just afraid that both of you might be uncomfortable sleeping on the floor.”

Smiling, Nico replied on behalf of Cedrick, “Not at all. The air here is fresh and the scenery is gorgeous. It’s our honor to be able to stay here for a night.”

Sleeping 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. They endured that torture without complaint.

Megan laughed along with him, and the atmosphere immediately lightened up.

The joyful atmosphere didn’t extend to everyone. Cedrick’s attention was still fixed on Gwendolyn, who seemed completely unaffected by his distress.

Does she really… not remember me anymore? How did things end up like this?

His gaze fell from Gwendolyn’s face to her slender fingertips.

That familiar ring was still on her left ring finger.

A faint glimmer of hope lit up his eyes as he approached Gwendolyn and squatted down next to her, asking in a trembling voice, “Do you really… not remember me?”