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.

Gwendolyn was a sneer. It was as if she was

lost her memories? Then what was with those subtle gestures

thoughts, Cedrick absentmindedly smoked

cigarette under his foot and

He continued smoking.

of the lighter echoed through the

to

finish the entire pack,

with his

if Gwendolyn didn’t 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

would probably be ruined

can’t do this. I’ll

sheepishly pocketed the cigarette pack and extinguished his cigarette before sneaking back into the house.

He had taken up every inch of the mattress, leaving

filled the

Cedrick gave Nico a

the latter was sleeping like a

was stormy as

much of a light sleeper he has to be while

crouched down and pinched hard on a spot in

“Ow!”

about in his dreamland, was rudely awakened by a

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

Cedrick?” What did

up sighing instead of reprimanding

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

off to the edge of

draped

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

awake, Nico understood why Cedrick 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

hug me again. I’ll make

“Got it…”

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

at the edge

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

but he frowned

The latter inched even closer and rested his head against

a death

with an

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

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

Cedrick didn’t respond.

me however you want when we’re back at the

me, or anything else. Just

perfectly still, his

he didn’t object. He

ten years old. It had been almost two decades since that time, yet this was the first occasion Nico found himself