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.

habit of smoking. He lit one cigarette after

the only response from Gwendolyn was a sneer. It was as if she was mocking his flirting

memories? Then what was with those subtle

absentmindedly smoked his way through the entire

to extinguish the cigarette under his foot and took

He continued smoking.

click of the lighter echoed through

to give

finish the entire pack, a reckless gamble to test if Gwendolyn still cared about

almost done with his second cigarette, he backed out of

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

would probably be

do this. I’ll be

his cigarette before sneaking back into the house. Quietly closing the

posture was a horrible sight to behold. He had taken up every inch of the

snoring filled the entire

face, Cedrick gave Nico a light

the latter was sleeping like

stormy

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

and pinched hard on a spot in the other man’s inner

“Ow!”

about in his dreamland, was

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

Cedrick?” What did

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

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

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

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

his side, curling into himself to fend off the cold. He stared at Cedrick’s face while still massaging his aching

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

sorry, Cedrick,” Nico whispered an

dare hug me again. I’ll make

“Got it…”

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

at the edge of the

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

he frowned and suppressed his

Nico. The latter inched even closer and

a death wish?” Cedrick

was tinged with

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

let me hug you for a while. It’s too cold. I

Cedrick didn’t respond.

want when we’re back at the Jenson

can whip me, cane me, or

still, his

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

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