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.

recently, he had resumed his habit of smoking. He lit

a sneer. It

she really lost her memories? Then what was with those subtle gestures earlier

thoughts, Cedrick absentmindedly smoked

lifted his foot to extinguish the cigarette under his

He continued smoking.

of the lighter echoed through the stillness of

to

entire pack, a reckless gamble to test

he was almost done with his second cigarette, he backed out of

if Gwendolyn 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

would probably be ruined

this. I’ll be

into the house. Quietly closing the

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

filled

on his face, Cedrick gave

latter was sleeping

stormy

how much of a light sleeper he has to be while on a Federal Bureau of Investigation mission? Ugh. I really want to punch him, but

and pinched hard

“Ow!”

about in his dreamland, was rudely awakened by

he rubbed his painful arm and cast a

Cedrick?” What did I do

he ended up sighing instead of reprimanding

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

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

taking off his coat, Cedrick then draped it

curling into himself to fend off the cold. He stared at Cedrick’s face while

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

Cedrick,” Nico whispered an

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

“Got it…”

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

he remained at the edge of the mattress and shut

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

but he frowned and

latter inched even closer and rested his head

a death

was tinged with

out of his wits, Nico held his breath. After a moment of hesitation, he bit

hug you for a while. It’s too cold.

Cedrick didn’t respond.

me however you want when we’re back at

whip me, cane me, or anything else.

his body stiff

nervously, Nico put his leg on Cedrick’s body when he didn’t object. He resembled an octopus, clinging