Wooing My Ex-Wife

“Are you trying to emasculate your future husband ahead of time, Inez?”

Huddled under the covers, Kieran stared at Inez innocently.

Words cluded Inez.

She pulled the covers over her face in utter mortification, hoping against hope that the ground would open up and swallow her whole. “Would you believe me if I told you it was an accident?”

“Yeah.” Kieran nodded solemnly. “I believe everything you say. Besides, if you had truly wanted to render me incapable of fathering a child, you wouldn’t have kicked me so lightly just now.”

He was exceedingly frank, but Inez was so embarrassed that she might combust anytime.

“Sleep earlier, then. You’ve still got to go to work tomorrow morning.”

Turning over, she gave her back to him. She closed her eyes and feigned sleep, almost hugging the edge of the bed. Her entire body was stiff, and she still felt flustered.

Kieran bore his eyes into the back of her head. As he recalled Treyton’s advice, his heart started racing wildly.

He tentatively reached out toward her to touch her fair and smooth back, planning on letting nature take its course.

However, he withdrew his hand mid–way.

Verily, he could not bring himself to do such a thing while sober, for he was too shy.

Feeling dejected, he sat up, only to inadvertently glimpse the marble dining table opposite the bed. On the table were a bottle of unopened red wine and two glasses. On top of that, there were exquisite red candles that were unlit.

He got to his feet and went over, swiftly uncorking the bottle of red wine.

Upon hearing movements, Inez slowly sat up. “What are you doing, Mr. Kieran?”

When she asked that question, Kieran had already opened the bottle of red wine. Ignoring her, he poured himself a full glass and downed it resolutely.

Undeniably, the saying that alcohol emboldened a timid person was true to a certain extent.

He picked up the empty glass at the side and brandished it at Inez. “Can you sleep, Inez? Would you like to have a drink with me?”

thanks. You go ahead,

or five glasses successively. Soon, he had consumed half the bottle of

he started growing dizzy, and his

the towel wrapped around her. While it was uncomfortable, it

bath towel knotted at her chest could neither conceal

from afar. Under the influence of alcohol, his mouth became increasingly dry at the sight of her slender and alluring figure on the

the wine glass, he drank straight

corner of his mouth, running down his neck to stain the white bathrobe

frenzied drinking, Inez kindly urged, “Red wine is intoxicating. It’s best that you don’t drink too much since your alcohol

I’ll get it after drinking a

finished the entire bottle of red wine, he stumbled toward the

from the liquid courage, he inched close to Inez and carefully hugged her

I can keep you company for every birthday

the top of the

want to give

has a gift

back over her shoulder. “What is

“It’s… me.”

planted a kiss on her soft lips. Then, he added, “I want

a

and she unknowingly lost herself in his rare

candles on the table remained unlit, the scent of love and desire permeated

not sleep the entire night, secretly

two days,

her to the laboratory for an intravenous infusion

but waited silently. He planned to wait until she was sound asleep before furtively putting his plan

her

basement until she closed her eyes to sleep. She kept thinking about everything that happened with

the latter to the Harris residence on

she pondered upon it, the more she found Annie suspicious, especially because

then Annie was indeed too concerned about him. When I spoke about how I punished him with scripture studies on his knees and even gave him twenty whips, resulting in him losing his voice and contracting rheumatism, her expression showed obvious distress and indignance on his behalf. It was the first time I’d ever seen a stranger being emphatic to such an extent. Is she overly kind, or does she harbor a different degree of affection toward him at the end of the day? But then, all this is just my conjecture. Without solid evidence or a confession from her, it doesn’t