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.

he had resumed his habit of smoking. He lit one cigarette after

It was as if

was with those subtle gestures earlier

thoughts, Cedrick absentmindedly smoked his way

extinguish the cigarette under his foot and took out another

He continued smoking.

echoed through the stillness

refused to give

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

when he was almost done with his second cigarette, he backed

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 likely find

would probably be ruined by

no. I can’t do this.

pocketed 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 the living

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

loud snoring filled the entire

face, Cedrick gave Nico a

latter was sleeping like

stormy as his

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

without a choice, Cedrick crouched down and pinched hard

“Ow!”

was prancing about in his dreamland, was

his painful arm and cast a pitiful and

What did

to say something, but he ended up sighing

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

edge of the mattress, leaving most

then draped it across the

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

in the middle of a mission, and the dangers surrounding them were unknown. Yet,

Cedrick,” Nico

“Don’t you dare hug me again.

“Got it…”

from Cedrick. Eventually, half of his body was hanging off the edge of

a ball, he remained at the edge

through his body. In his groggy and chilled state, he instinctively moved closer to Cedrick, seeking

he frowned

only emboldened Nico. The latter inched even closer

have a death

tinged with an

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

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

Cedrick didn’t respond.

can punish me however you want when we’re back at the Jenson

cane me, or anything else. Just

remained perfectly still, his body

put his leg on Cedrick’s body when he