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.

had resumed his habit of smoking. He lit one cigarette after another, puffing away in

a sneer. It was as if she was mocking his

really lost her memories? Then what was with those

smoked his way through the entire

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

He continued smoking.

echoed through

refused to give

entire pack, a reckless gamble to test

with his second cigarette, he

didn’t remember him now, he knew he’d be in trouble if she found out about him smoking the entire pack of cigarettes once she regained her memories. She would likely find a

would probably be ruined by her

I can’t do this. I’ll

into the house. Quietly closing the

up every inch of the

snoring filled the entire

face, Cedrick gave Nico a

was

stormy as his blood

sleeper he has to be while on a Federal Bureau of Investigation mission? Ugh. I really want to

Cedrick crouched down and pinched hard on

“Ow!”

was prancing about in his dreamland, was rudely awakened by a sting on

and cast a pitiful

What did I do

ended up sighing instead

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

of

draped it

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

Cedrick had pinched him. They were in the middle of a mission, and

sorry, Cedrick,” Nico whispered an

you dare hug me again. I’ll make you bear the

“Got it…”

scooted further back to distance himself from Cedrick. Eventually, half of his body was hanging off the edge

a ball, he remained at the edge of the

and shivers coursed through his body. In his groggy and chilled state, he instinctively moved closer to Cedrick, seeking warmth, and hugged his

but he frowned and

Nico. The latter inched even closer and rested his head

a death

with

hesitation, he bit the bullet and stretched out his arm, hugging

you for a while. It’s too cold. I

Cedrick didn’t respond.

punish me however you want when we’re back at the Jenson

whip me, cane me, or

his body

Cedrick’s body when he didn’t