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

a sneer. It was as if she

with those subtle gestures earlier

troubling thoughts, Cedrick absentmindedly smoked his

extinguish the cigarette under his foot and took

He continued smoking.

lighter echoed through the

refused to

finish the entire pack, a reckless gamble to test

was almost done with his second cigarette, he backed out

him now, he knew he’d be in trouble if she found out about him smoking the entire pack of cigarettes once she regained

would probably be ruined by

no. I can’t do this. I’ll be risking

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

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

snoring filled

face, Cedrick gave

the latter was

expression was stormy as

forgotten about how much of a light sleeper he has to be while on a Federal Bureau of Investigation

down and pinched hard on a spot in the other

“Ow!”

prancing about in his dreamland, was

he rubbed his painful arm and cast a pitiful and innocent look at

What did I do

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

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

edge of the mattress, leaving most of the space

draped it across the blanket and slowly

He stared at Cedrick’s face while still massaging his aching arm

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

Nico whispered an

you dare hug me again. I’ll make you

“Got it…”

scooted further back to distance himself from Cedrick. Eventually, half

the edge of

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

but he frowned and

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

have a death

with an

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

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

Cedrick didn’t respond.

however you want when we’re back at the

me, or anything else. Just

still, his body

on Cedrick’s body when he didn’t object. He resembled an