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

It was as if she was

what was with those subtle gestures earlier tonight?

smoked his way through

extinguish the cigarette under his foot and took out another

He continued smoking.

unmistakable click of the lighter echoed through the stillness

to

the entire pack, a reckless gamble to

almost done with his second cigarette,

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.

probably be ruined by

do this. I’ll be risking

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

a horrible sight to behold. He had taken up every

snoring filled the

Cedrick gave

was sleeping like a

expression was stormy as

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

crouched down and pinched hard on a spot in

“Ow!”

dreamland, was rudely awakened by

painful arm and cast a pitiful and innocent look at Cedrick’s

What did I

but he ended up sighing instead of reprimanding the other man. “Move over. You’re

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

off to the edge of the mattress, leaving

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

fend off the cold. He stared at Cedrick’s face while still massaging his aching arm and no longer dared to fall back

were in the middle of a mission, and

Nico whispered an

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

“Got it…”

half of his

edge of the mattress and shut his eyes,

time passed, his limbs grew colder by the second, and shivers coursed through his body. In his groggy and chilled state, he instinctively moved closer to Cedrick, seeking warmth,

but he frowned and

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

you have a death

tinged with an obvious murderous

hesitation, he bit the bullet and stretched out

you for a while.

Cedrick didn’t respond.

want when we’re back at

me, cane me, or anything else. Just don’t

perfectly still, his body

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