Wooing My Ex-Wife

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.

of smoking. He lit one cigarette after another,

Gwendolyn was a sneer. It was as if she was mocking his

Then what was with those subtle gestures earlier tonight? There’s no way

Cedrick absentmindedly smoked his

he lifted his foot to extinguish the cigarette under his

He continued smoking.

click of the lighter echoed through the stillness of the

to

him to finish the entire pack, a reckless gamble to test if Gwendolyn

with his second cigarette, he backed

found out about him smoking the

would probably be ruined by

do this. I’ll be

pack and extinguished his cigarette before sneaking back into the house. Quietly closing the door

sight to behold. He had taken up every inch of the mattress, leaving no

filled the entire

Cedrick gave Nico a light kick in the

latter was

was stormy

he has to be while on

without a choice, Cedrick crouched down and pinched hard on

“Ow!”

about in his dreamland, was rudely awakened by a sting

cast a pitiful and innocent look at Cedrick’s dark

What did

lips to say something, but he ended up sighing instead of reprimanding the other man. “Move over.

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

edge of the mattress, leaving most of the

Cedrick then draped it across the blanket and slowly lay

to fend off the cold. He stared at Cedrick’s face while still

They were in the middle of a mission, and the dangers surrounding them were unknown. Yet,

sorry, Cedrick,” Nico whispered an

you dare hug me again. I’ll make you bear the consequences if you do that

“Got it…”

further back to distance himself from Cedrick. Eventually, half

at the edge of

In his groggy and

he frowned and suppressed his

Nico. The latter inched even closer and rested his head against

death

with an obvious

hesitation, he bit the bullet and stretched out his

hug you for a while. It’s too cold.

Cedrick didn’t respond.

me however you want when we’re back

whip me, cane me, or anything else. Just don’t

perfectly still, his

on Cedrick’s body when he didn’t object.