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?”
The smile on his face carried an air of despair and charm, and even with blood on his lips, he remained captivating.
Charles preferred to endure a harsh beating from Nico now rather than wait for Cedrick to throw him back into another high-security prison.
Knowing full well which outcome was best for him, he smiled and asked, “Is this enough to quell your anger?”
His tone carried a sense of provocation.
Livid, Nico grabbed his shoulders and slammed him hard against the tree.
“You’re really asking for it! I wish I could beat you up all 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 of yours!”
Charles’ smile was still plastered on his face, and he seemed unfazed by the situation.
With most of Cedrick’s anger dissipated, he asked somberly, “Do you know why Gwenny lost her memories?”
Charles shook his head. “Not quite. Gwendolyn doesn’t remember anything herself. I asked Megan about it, and she said she found Gwendolyn in the field. Gwendolyn was injured and unconscious, so Megan brought her back out of kindness. She’s been like this ever since she woke up.”
How did she get hurt? Was she in some kind of accident while escaping? Is that how she got hurt?
Cedrick’s heart clenched. He was frustrated at himself for not being by Gwendolyn’s side to protect her.
However, 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 to the hospital for a checkup. That’ll have to wait until tomorrow.
“We’re going back.”
With that said, he strode 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 feed the mosquitoes here?
Nico put on a smile and said, “Cedrick, you should head back first. I’d like to talk to Charles in private.”
He’s too annoying, and I’m still not satisfied yet.
Reading Nico’s mind, Cedrick said nothing else but, “Know your limits. If you stay out here for too long, they’ll grow suspicious.”
“Got it, Cedrick. Don’t worry.”
Almost fifteen minutes later, Nico and Charles returned to the house one after another.
Nico was rolling up his sleeves as he walked into the house, seemingly in a good mood.
In 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 the house, there were no other signs of injuries on his face.
His blue eyes were slightly unfocused as well, and he silently made his way further into the house.
For the past few 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 this time.
When Charles limped into the house, Megan, who was holding a basin, happened to bump into him.
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