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

sneer. It was as if she was mocking his flirting

she really lost her memories? Then what was with those

in troubling thoughts, Cedrick absentmindedly smoked

the cigarette under his foot and took out

He continued smoking.

the lighter echoed through the stillness

refused to

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

he was almost done with his second cigarette, he backed

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

be ruined

no. I can’t do this. I’ll be

extinguished his cigarette before sneaking back into the house. Quietly closing the door behind him, he returned to the mattress in the living

sleeping posture was a horrible sight to behold. He had taken up every inch of the mattress, leaving no space for

loud snoring filled

Cedrick gave Nico a light kick in the

latter was sleeping

stormy as his

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

pinched hard on a spot in the other

“Ow!”

prancing about in his dreamland, was rudely awakened by a sting on

rubbed his painful arm and cast

wrong, Cedrick?” What did I

something, but he ended up sighing instead of reprimanding the

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

of the mattress, leaving most of the space

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

side, curling into himself to fend off the cold. He stared at Cedrick’s face while still massaging his aching arm and no

a mission, and the dangers surrounding them

sorry, Cedrick,” Nico whispered

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

“Got it…”

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

edge of the mattress and shut his eyes,

colder by the second, and shivers coursed through his body. In his groggy

but he frowned and

Nico. The latter inched even closer

a death

with an

a moment of hesitation, he bit the bullet

please just let me hug you for a while. It’s too cold. I won’t

Cedrick didn’t respond.

you want when we’re

or anything else.

perfectly still, his body stiff with

when he didn’t object. He

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