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.

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

sneer. It was as

with those subtle gestures earlier tonight? There’s no way I’d

thoughts, Cedrick absentmindedly smoked

to extinguish the cigarette under his

He continued smoking.

echoed through the stillness of the

refused to

finish the entire pack, a reckless gamble to test

done with his second cigarette,

found out about him smoking the entire pack of cigarettes once she regained her memories.

would probably be ruined by her

do this.

the cigarette pack and extinguished his cigarette before sneaking back into the house. Quietly closing the door behind him, he returned to the mattress in

taken up every inch of the mattress, leaving no space for Cedrick to lie

filled the

face, Cedrick gave Nico a light kick

latter was

was stormy as his blood

light sleeper he has to be while on a Federal Bureau of Investigation

Cedrick crouched down and pinched hard on a spot

“Ow!”

his dreamland, was rudely awakened by a sting on his

painful arm and cast a

wrong, Cedrick?” What

something, but he ended up sighing instead of reprimanding the other

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

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

draped it across the

himself to fend off the cold. He stared at Cedrick’s face while still massaging his aching

Cedrick had pinched him. They were in the middle of a mission, and the dangers surrounding them were unknown.

Nico whispered an

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

“Got it…”

distance himself from Cedrick. Eventually, half of his body was

edge of the

time passed, his limbs grew colder by the second, and shivers coursed through his body. In his groggy and chilled state, he instinctively moved closer to Cedrick,

was irritated, but he frowned

lack of response only emboldened Nico. The latter inched even closer and rested his head

a death wish?”

tinged with

After a moment of hesitation, he bit the bullet and stretched out his

for a while. It’s too cold.

Cedrick didn’t respond.

want when we’re back at the Jenson

cane me, or

perfectly still, his body stiff

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