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.

resumed his habit of smoking. He lit one cigarette after another,

the only response from Gwendolyn was a sneer. It was as if she was mocking his flirting

really lost her memories? Then what was with those subtle gestures earlier tonight? There’s no

thoughts, Cedrick absentmindedly smoked

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

He continued smoking.

echoed through the

refused to give

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

almost done with his

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

would probably be

no. I can’t do this. I’ll be risking

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

up every

filled the entire

Cedrick gave

latter was sleeping like

expression was stormy as his

believe he’s so sound asleep! Has he forgotten about how much of a light sleeper he has to be while on a Federal Bureau of Investigation mission? Ugh. I really

Cedrick crouched down and pinched hard on a spot

“Ow!”

about in his dreamland, was rudely awakened by a sting

he rubbed his painful arm and cast a

wrong, Cedrick?” What did I do

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

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

of the mattress, leaving most of the space

Cedrick then draped it across the blanket and slowly lay

stared at Cedrick’s face

and the dangers surrounding them were unknown. Yet, he had been sleeping like a

Cedrick,” Nico whispered

replying, “Don’t you dare hug me again. I’ll make you bear the consequences if

“Got it…”

further back to distance himself from Cedrick. Eventually, half

ball, he remained at the edge of the mattress and shut

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

irritated, but he frowned and suppressed

latter inched even closer and rested his head against

a death

tone was tinged with an obvious

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

just let me hug you for a while. It’s too cold. I

Cedrick didn’t respond.

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

me, or anything else. Just don’t

perfectly still, his

on Cedrick’s body when he didn’t object. He resembled an octopus, clinging to the