Wooing My Ex-Wife

Concealing the emotions in her eyes, Gwendolyn put down the comb and went to the basin to freshen up, ignoring the man.

After a few more minutes, her forehead was slightly damp, and though her fair and clean cheeks were devoid of any makeup, she still looked fresh and attractive. As she walked out of the restroom slowly, her gaze inadvertently shifted toward the man in the dark military overcoat standing by the door.

There was a newly lit cigarette between the man’s fingertips.

It’s been only a few minutes, and he’s already lighting another cigarette. Two cigarettes at night and two in the morning. Does he even care about his lungs?

Seemingly noticing her gaze, Cedrick slowly turned his head and met her eyes.

However, after just two seconds of eye contact, he averted his gaze in dejection and resumed smoking.

Frowning, Gwendolyn swiftly walked over and tried to snatch the cigarette from his hand. “Stop smoking,” she said firmly.

Afraid that she might accidentally hurt herself, Cedrick moved his hand out of the way to prevent the spark on the cigarette butt from burning her.

Despite so, his handsome face wore an arrogant expression, devoid of the sorrowful look he had last night.

“My wife is the only person in this world who has a say in my actions. Since you claim not to be my wife, you have no right to interfere with my matters.”

Gwendolyn’s expression turned cold, though she attempted to conceal the displeasure in her eyes. “I may not be your wife, but I still have the right to intervene.”

Assertively, she snatched the cigarette butt from his hand, threw it on the ground, and stamped it out.

“Megan and I don’t smoke, yet you’re making the house stink with smoke and subjecting us to inhaling second-hand smoke. Don’t you think that’s too much?”

What she said made sense, and she seemed genuinely furious, her strong aversion to the smoke evident.

Despite her anger and aversion to the smoke, she did not express any concern about the potential health consequences of smoking for him.

Cedrick’s complexion grew slightly paler as he swallowed the bitterness welling up inside him. Avoiding her fierce gaze, he mustered a weak smile.

“You’re right. It was wrong of me to do so. I’ll go somewhere further to smoke then.”

As Cedrick stood up to leave and put the pack of cigarettes back into his pocket, a sudden gust of wind brushed past his ear. Instinctively, he tilted his head to dodge the incoming attack, but to his surprise, he felt a delicate hand grab his back collar.

Annoyed, he attempted to strike back, but he didn’t dare to use too much force, afraid of hurting Gwendolyn.

The woman evaded his counterattack and deftly showcased her skills in jiu-jitsu without holding back.

The two of them then started fighting at the doorway.

the commotion from the kitchen, she rushed out to mediate. “Oh my,

by Megan’s sudden appearance, and he eased up on his defensive movements as he glanced

distracted by Megan, Gwendolyn skillfully executed a shoulder throw, directly knocking down the tall

his hands, locking them behind his back, and skillfully used the sleeves of his own coat to bind his

struggle, for he

was swift, taking

Pressing down on his restrained hands, she

“Ouch, that hurts…”

was certain that his buttocks were undoubtedly

more force

to hold back groans of pain as he continued to let her

who was stunned by Gwendolyn’s impressive combat

up, leaned against the wall and

courtyard, Nico, who had just returned from a two-kilometer morning run, witnessed the

eyes widened in utter

considered

aiming only at fleshy parts to avoid causing

teaching him a lesson, she reached into his pocket and took out the cigarette pack

the ground, and

at the cigarette pack. Then, as though still not

even if you smoke elsewhere. The mere smell of smoke nauseates me. I don’t care if you’re some important figure

softened when she said, “He reeks

hesitant. “But…

cigarettes for breakfast, so it shouldn’t be a big deal for him to

wanted to say something more, but Gwendolyn dragged the former

the door, observing the way Gwendolyn treated Cedrick when he

trouble for me and Megan again, you’ll not be

the sheer ferocity with which Gwendolyn

I bet her

in mind, he curled his lips

entered the house,

“Cedrick, are you okay?”

Cedrick shot Nico a glare wordlessly. His expression clouded over. How can I be okay when I’ve been beaten up

himself to blame for intentionally provoking Gwendolyn, she didn’t hit him out of concern for his

he endured was not worth

on Nico’s shoulder. As his long eyelashes drooped,

as he assisted Cedrick in straightening his coat and then asked

intense that Nico felt a twinge of pain in his own