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

response from Gwendolyn was a sneer. It was as if she

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

smoked his way through the entire

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

He continued smoking.

unmistakable click of the lighter echoed

refused to give

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

with his second

about him smoking the entire pack

would probably be ruined by

no. I can’t do this. I’ll be

cigarette before sneaking back into the house. Quietly closing the

a horrible sight to behold. He had taken up every

snoring filled

face, Cedrick gave Nico

the latter was sleeping like a

expression was stormy as his blood

he forgotten about 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

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

“Ow!”

dreamland, was rudely awakened by

cast a pitiful and innocent look at Cedrick’s dark

What did

his lips to say something, but he ended up sighing instead of

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

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

coat, Cedrick then draped it across the blanket and slowly lay

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

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

Nico

dare hug me again. I’ll make you bear

“Got it…”

distance himself from Cedrick. Eventually, half of his

he remained at the edge of the mattress

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

he frowned and

Nico. The latter inched even closer and rested his head

death wish?”

tone was tinged with

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

you for a while. It’s too cold. I won’t do

Cedrick didn’t respond.

punish me however you want when we’re back at

me, cane me, or anything else. Just

his body

he