Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 855

Charles was stunned.

In the end, Winona waved her hand before him and asked in confusion, “Sir? Sir? Are you listening to what I’m saying?”

At that, Charles snapped back to reality. He took the medicine from her and gulped it down without hesitation.

He was well aware that if she had been sent by Leonardo, she would have killed him long ag instead of taking care of him until now.

After drinking the medicinal brew, a bit of brown liquid lingered at the corner of his mouth. Winona quickly took out her handkerchief to wipe away the stain.

She soon realized her behavior might have been inappropriate. She quickly explained, “Sir, this handkerchief is clean, it’s not a rag.”

Seeing her flushed cheeks, Charles weakly curled his lips into a teasing smile. “If I were to say your actions just now have charmed me, would you take responsibility?”

“Sir… I…”

Winona’s cheeks grew even redder, and she became more flustered.

Charles quickly clarified, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything else. Thank you for saving me. My name is Charles. What’s yours?

“W-Winona.”

Her cheeks remained as red as apples, and she grew more cautious in her movements.

In this state, she looked rather adorable.

At that moment, Charles found himself captivated by the girl before him, who bore a striking resemblance to Gwendolyn. His thoughts kept drifting.

Despite the unbearable pain from his gunshot wound, Charles mustered the strength to lift the quilt and discovered he was only in his underwear.

He was rendered speechless, his handsome brows furrowing with sudden embarrassment.

“Excuse me, could you please find me some clothes? I’d like to get out of bed and move around”

“Of course, but I don’t have many men’s clothes at home. My parents passed away while they were at sea some time ago, and there aren’t many of their clothes left.”

Winona murmured to herself as she searched. Charles realized that she had only her grandmother to rely on in life.

Life had clearly been challenging for Winona.

“Take a look at these clothes and see if they fit. Don’t worry, they’re clean,” Winona said as she handed Charles a set of dark-colored clothes. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she left the room.

The attire seemed a bit outdated.

When he emerged from the room, he found a bowl of freshly cooked oatmeal waiting for him on the stove.

Winona offered it to him, saying, “Your body needs nourishment. I’ll go catch some fish tomorrow to help you replenish.”

The simple bowl of plain oatmeal smelled incredibly inviting to Charles, and he finished it in just a few mouthfuls.

He took in the room’s decor, noting that despite the house’s age, it was impeccably clean, a testament to the homeowner’s dedication to cleanliness.

Seeing him examining the house, Winona lowered her head and said, “My grandmother and I rely on each other, and we don’t have much extra income. Having a house like this to live in is already quite good. You must be from a big city, aren’t you?”

Envy tinged her words as she spoke about her simple life.

Charles smiled warmly, his eyes involuntarily focusing on her face each time.

It was as though he saw a different person in her.

The next morning, at the crack of dawn, black smoke rose from the chimney, and a faint medicinal aroma wafted from the firewood room.

Winona, dressed in a light green long dress, emitted a gentle and calming aura.

Despite living in a fishing village, she managed to keep herself neat and tidy