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.

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

she really lost her memories? Then what was with those subtle gestures earlier tonight?

smoked

extinguish the cigarette under his foot and took out

He continued smoking.

click of the lighter echoed through the stillness of the

to give

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

with his second cigarette, he backed

Gwendolyn didn’t remember him now, he knew he’d be in trouble if she found out about him smoking the

probably be ruined by

can’t do this.

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

sight to behold. He had taken up every

loud snoring filled

a scowl on his face, Cedrick gave

the latter was sleeping like

was stormy as his

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

hard on a spot in the other man’s inner

“Ow!”

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

painful arm and cast a pitiful and innocent look at

Cedrick?” What did I

parted his lips to say something, but he ended up sighing instead of reprimanding the other man. “Move over. You’re

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

Nico hastily scurried off to the edge of

his coat, Cedrick then draped it across

cold. He stared at Cedrick’s face while still massaging his aching arm and no longer dared

fully awake, Nico understood why Cedrick had pinched him. They were in the middle of a mission, and the dangers surrounding them were unknown.

Cedrick,” Nico whispered an

“Don’t you dare hug me again. I’ll

“Got it…”

himself from Cedrick. Eventually, half of his body

edge of the mattress

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

irritated, but he frowned and

The latter inched even closer and

have a death wish?”

tinged with

hesitation, he bit the bullet and

me hug you for a while.

Cedrick didn’t respond.

however you want when we’re back at the Jenson

me, or anything else. Just don’t

remained perfectly still, his body stiff

body when he didn’t object. He

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