Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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.

Yet, recently, he had resumed his habit of smoking. He lit one cigarette after another, puffing away in Gwendolyn’s presence.

It was

her memories? Then what was with those subtle gestures earlier tonight? There’s no way

thoughts, Cedrick absentmindedly smoked his way

lifted his foot to extinguish the cigarette under his foot and took out another cigarette from the

He continued smoking.

of the lighter echoed through

to give

pack, a reckless gamble to test if Gwendolyn

his second cigarette, he

found out about him smoking the

be ruined by her

do this.

the cigarette pack and extinguished his cigarette before sneaking back into the house. Quietly closing

taken up every

snoring filled the entire

his face, Cedrick gave Nico a light kick

latter was sleeping like

was stormy as

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

and pinched hard on a

“Ow!”

dreamland, was

arm and cast

Cedrick?” What did I

but he ended up sighing

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

of the mattress, leaving most of

coat, Cedrick then draped it

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

had pinched him. They were in the middle of a mission, and the dangers surrounding them were unknown.

sorry, Cedrick,” Nico whispered an

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

“Got it…”

Eventually, half

edge of the mattress

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

irritated, but he frowned and

only emboldened Nico. The latter inched even closer and rested

a death wish?” Cedrick squeezed

tinged with

wits, Nico held his breath. After a moment of hesitation, he bit the bullet and stretched

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

Cedrick didn’t respond.

can punish me however you want when

can whip me, cane me, or

perfectly still, his

Cedrick’s body when he didn’t object. He resembled an octopus,

Nico back from the borders when Nico was just ten years old. It had been almost two decades since that time, yet this was the first occasion Nico