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.

smoking. He lit one cigarette after

the only response from Gwendolyn was a sneer. It was as

lost her memories? Then what was with those subtle

troubling thoughts, Cedrick absentmindedly smoked his

foot to extinguish the cigarette under his foot and took out another

He continued smoking.

click of the lighter echoed through

refused to give

entire pack, a reckless gamble to test if Gwendolyn still cared

with his second cigarette, he backed out

be in trouble if she found out about him smoking the entire pack

probably be ruined by her

can’t do this.

into the house. Quietly closing the door behind him, he returned

taken up every

filled

gave Nico a

was

expression was stormy as his blood

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

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

“Ow!”

prancing about in his dreamland, was rudely awakened by a

his painful arm and cast a pitiful

Cedrick?” What did

but he ended up sighing instead of reprimanding the other man. “Move over. You’re occupying

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

Nico hastily scurried off to the edge of the mattress, leaving most of the space for

taking off his coat, Cedrick then draped it across the

to fend off the cold. He stared at Cedrick’s face while still massaging his aching arm and no

pinched him. They were in the middle of a mission, and the dangers surrounding them were unknown. Yet, he had been sleeping like

Nico whispered

you dare hug me again. I’ll make you

“Got it…”

from Cedrick. Eventually, half of his body was hanging off the edge

ball, he remained at the edge of the

his body. In his groggy and chilled state, he instinctively moved closer to Cedrick, seeking

but he frowned and

Nico. The latter inched even closer and rested his head

death wish?” Cedrick squeezed

with an obvious murderous

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

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

Cedrick didn’t respond.

want when we’re back

me, cane me, or

perfectly still, his

he didn’t object. He resembled an octopus, clinging to the