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

a sneer. It was as if

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

Cedrick absentmindedly smoked his way

cigarette under his foot

He continued smoking.

click of the lighter echoed through the stillness of the

to

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

done with his second cigarette, he backed out

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

be ruined by her

I can’t do this. I’ll be risking my

cigarette before sneaking back into the house. Quietly closing the door behind him, he

He had taken up every inch of the mattress, leaving

snoring filled

scowl on his face, Cedrick gave

was sleeping

expression was stormy as his

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

hard on

“Ow!”

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

arm and cast a pitiful and innocent look

Cedrick?” What did I do

something, but he ended up sighing instead

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

Nico hastily scurried off to the edge of the mattress, leaving most of

coat, Cedrick then draped

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

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

sorry, Cedrick,” Nico

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

“Got it…”

Eventually, half of his body

remained at the edge of the mattress and shut his eyes, sleeping

body. In his groggy and chilled

but he frowned and suppressed

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

you have a death

tone was tinged with

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

please just let me hug you for a while. It’s too cold. I won’t do this

Cedrick didn’t respond.

you want when we’re back at the

me, or anything else. Just don’t kill

his body stiff

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