The Ex and Her Riches

Then, he smirked and licked his teeth before arching his brow at her.

He appeared to be flirting with her, yet there was an undertone of taunting in his actions.

A fearless look was present on his face as he made it plain that he was provoking her.

At that instant, he looked so much more annoying than Charles.

However, despite his arrogance, his hand was trembling so hard that he nearly lost his grip on his cigarette.

That was his first time provoking his wife by smoking. He was nervous and scared, but his pride prevented him from chickening out.

Gwendolyn watched him from afar, expressionless.

After a few more glances at him, she sneered and turned to head to the bathroom without even saying anything.

Cedrick was promptly rendered speechless.

She barely reacted to him, and she showed no signs of anger.

The weight of disappointment bore down on him, and he slumped his shoulders in defeat.

He was crestfallen, like a vibrant peacock who was disheartened after being ignored.

After sulking for two minutes, he saw the bathroom door open again.

The second the door creaked open, he straightened up and continued smoking, acting nonchalant.

He deliberately shifted his body sideways so that Gwendolyn could catch a clearer view of him exhaling the smoke.

His jawline seemed exceptionally sharp under the moonlight, and the billowing clouds of smoke only accentuated his beauty.

In fact, he even tilted his head back so that she could see his Adam’s apple better.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the smoke, and that motion of his exuded an alluring yet provoking charm.

However, this time, Gwendolyn did not even spare him a glance.

Cedrick saw her enter the house from the corner of his eyes.

Following a thump, the door closed behind her.

Cedrick blinked. What a waste of effort. She didn’t even bother to pay attention to me.

His eyes reddened, and his fingers turned as cold as frost. The once vibrant hues of his face faded, leaving behind a pallor of misery.

He couldn’t accept the fact that his wife completely ignored him even after she saw him smoking.

She did not even bother to spare him a glance.

If she still remembers me, she’d never tolerate me smoking.

Benedict suffered from a congenital heart condition and had a delicate respiratory system. Inhaling smoke would exacerbate his health condition, so smoking inside the house was strictly prohibited. It was the last thing Gwendolyn would allow.

He

response from Gwendolyn was a sneer. It was as if she

those subtle gestures earlier tonight? There’s no

Cedrick absentmindedly smoked his way through the

extinguish the cigarette under his foot and took out another cigarette

He continued smoking.

lighter echoed through the

to

finish the entire pack, a reckless gamble to test

with his

knew he’d be in trouble if she found out about him smoking the entire pack of cigarettes once she

be ruined

can’t do this.

he sheepishly pocketed the cigarette pack and extinguished his cigarette before sneaking back into the house. Quietly closing the door behind him, he returned to the mattress

taken up every inch of the mattress, leaving no space for Cedrick to

snoring filled

Cedrick gave Nico a light

latter was

stormy

has to be while on a Federal Bureau of Investigation mission? Ugh. I really want to punch him, but I might wake

Cedrick crouched down and pinched hard on a spot in the other man’s

“Ow!”

about in his dreamland, was rudely awakened by a sting

and cast a pitiful and innocent look at Cedrick’s

What did

something, but he ended up sighing instead

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

scurried off to the edge of the mattress, leaving most of the

draped

the cold. He stared at Cedrick’s face while still massaging his aching arm and no longer dared to fall

awake, Nico understood why Cedrick had pinched him. They were in the middle of a mission, and the dangers surrounding

sorry, Cedrick,” Nico whispered an

replying, “Don’t you dare hug me again. I’ll make you

“Got it…”

Eventually, half of his body was hanging off

he remained at the edge of the mattress and

time passed, his limbs grew colder by the second, and shivers coursed through his body. In his groggy and chilled state, he instinctively

he frowned and suppressed

latter inched even closer and rested his

you have a death wish?”

was tinged with an obvious

breath. After a moment of hesitation, he bit the bullet and stretched out his arm, hugging

just let me hug you for a while. It’s too cold. I won’t

Cedrick didn’t respond.

you want

cane me, or anything

perfectly still, his body

when he didn’t object.