Chapter 855 A Gwendolyn Without Cedrick


    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 exined, “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 rified, “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


    resemnce 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    The attire seemed a bit outdated.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 in 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 impably 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 ie. 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, ck 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 vige, she managed to keep herself neat and tidy


    She diligently prepared the traditional medicine in a small pot, carefully uning it to be ready in a quarter


    of an hour With great care, she carried the medicinal soup and approached the room where Charles


    was resting


    Charles, gradually awakening to the sound of approaching footsteps, stirred from hist slumber.


    His long eyshes fluttered slightly as he opened his precious phoenix eyes. In his daze, he saw a


    familiar figure approaching his bedside.


    “Gwen… Gwen…”


    Dressed in her light green attire, she seemed like Gwendolyn came to life before his eyes. Her graceful


    curves resembled a beautiful flower in full bloom.


    He was entranced by her radiant charm, lost in thought, seemingly forgetting his surroundings, his


    identity, with only Gwendolyn before him.


    It was a Gwendolyn without Cedrick by her side.


    “Are you awake now? Come on, take your medicine. The ones I’ve been giving you these past few


    days were meant to detoxify your body. Today’s dose will be thest, just to reinforce the effects.”


    The unfamiliar voice immediately brought Charles back from his chaotic reverie.


    It was only then that he realized he mistook Winona for Gwendolyn once again.


    Recently, Charles’ dreams were frequently filled with memories of his decade-longpanionship with


    Gwendolyn, likely due to spending so much time with Winona.


    “Thank you, and I apologize for my earlier rudeness.” Charles quickly stood up, regaining his


    gentlemanly demeanor as he picked up the medicinal soup and downed it in one gulp.


    “It’s okay, no harm done,” Winona replied with a faint smile.


    “Thank you. I’m fully recovered now, all thanks to you. If there’s ever anything the fishing vige needs


    my help with in the future, I’ll do my best to assist.”


    After spending these past few days together, Winona had be morefortable around Charles.


    She no longer held back or refused his kindness. “It just so happens that we could use more help on


    the farm at home. If you don’t mind hard work, would you like to join us?”


    The southernmost point of Chanaea had a hot climate year-round, making it the perfect ce for rice


    farming.


    Charles immediately agreed since it was rare for her to ask him to help. “Sure, I’d be happy to help”


    He couldn’t help but want to spend more time around Winona She bore a striking resemnce to


    Gwendolyn, and he didn’t want to miss any opportunity to interact with her.


    The two of them set off with their farming tools in hand. However, as Charles followed Winona to the


    field and saw the vast expanse that needed to be plowed, he fell into deep. thought.


    “Do I have to work on all of this?”


    Winona chuckled lightly, already getting to work with a hoe in hand. She pointed toward a shaded spot


    in the distance.


    “You’ve just recovered, so wait for me there. We’ll finish this patch ofnd, and then we’ll head home.”


    Charles furrowed his brows, quickly picked up the hoe, and joined her in thebor.


    The scorching sun beat relentlessly on every inch of their skin. Sweat trickled down Charles’ forehead,


    and before long, he felt a powerful sting in his hands.


    Farm work wasn’t something he often engaged in, so blisters formed quickly.


    Despite being a girl, Winona worked efficiently. Charles was alreadygging behind.


    Seeing him pause, she suggested, “Charles, if you’re tired, you should go home. It’s scorching out


    here.”


    Charles shook his head.


    As a grown man, Charles was determined to push through thebor.


    The two of them worked tirelessly in the field, and as time flew by, thend was almost.pletely


    plowed.


    Winona approached him with a ss of refreshing watermelon juice, fanning him with her hand. “Let’s


    take a break and call it a day.”


    Hearing her suggestion, Charles set down his tools, epted the watermelon juice, and drank it in a


    single gulp.


    The refreshing taste provided much-needed relief from the scorching heat.


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    Winona then took a clean handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped the beads of sweat from his


    forehead, her eyes softening as she did so.