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 another, puffing

the only response from Gwendolyn was a sneer. It was

really lost her memories? Then what was with those subtle gestures earlier tonight? There’s

Cedrick absentmindedly smoked his way through the entire

extinguish the cigarette under his foot

He continued smoking.

lighter echoed through the stillness

refused to give

him to finish the entire pack,

was almost done with his second cigarette,

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. She would likely find a way

probably be

no. I can’t do this. I’ll

cigarette pack and extinguished his cigarette before sneaking back into the house. Quietly closing the door behind him, he returned

had taken up every inch

loud snoring filled

his face, Cedrick gave Nico a light kick in the

was

was stormy as his blood

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

crouched down and pinched hard

“Ow!”

who was prancing about in his dreamland, was

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

What did I do

up sighing

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

of the mattress, leaving

off his coat, Cedrick then draped it across the

fend off the cold. He stared at Cedrick’s face while

had pinched him. They were in the middle of a mission, and the dangers surrounding them were unknown. Yet, he had been sleeping like a log,

Cedrick,” Nico whispered an

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

“Got it…”

back to distance himself from Cedrick. Eventually, half of his body was hanging off

the edge of the mattress and

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

was irritated, but he frowned and suppressed his

emboldened Nico. The latter

have a death wish?” Cedrick

tone was tinged with an obvious

of hesitation, he bit the bullet and stretched out his arm, hugging the

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

Cedrick didn’t respond.

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

me, cane me, or anything

remained perfectly still, his

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