Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 789

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.

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

Has she really lost her memories? Then what was with those subtle gestures earlier tonight? There’s no way I’d miss those.

Lost in troubling thoughts, Cedrick absentmindedly smoked his way through the entire cigarette.

A beat later, he lifted his foot to extinguish the cigarette under his foot and took out another cigarette from the pack.

He continued smoking.

The unmistakable click of the lighter echoed through the stillness of the night.

Cedrick refused to give up.

An impulsive voice in him urged him to finish the entire pack, a reckless gamble to test if Gwendolyn still cared about him.

However, when he was almost done with his second cigarette, he backed out of the idea.

Even 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 way to punish him severely.

He would probably be ruined by her punishment.

No, no. I can’t do this. I’ll be risking my life.

Hence, he 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 mattress in the living room.

Nico’s sleeping posture was a horrible sight to behold. He had taken up every inch of the mattress, leaving no space for Cedrick to lie down.

His loud snoring filled the entire space.

With a scowl on his face, Cedrick gave Nico a light kick in the calf.

Alas, the latter was sleeping like a log.

Cedrick’s expression was stormy as his blood boiled.

I can’t believe he’s so sound asleep! Has he forgotten about how much of a light sleeper he has to be while on a Federal Bureau of Investigation mission? Ugh. I really want to punch him, but I might wake the others.

Left without a choice, Cedrick crouched down and pinched hard on a spot in the other man’s inner arm.

“Ow!”

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

Blinking groggily, he rubbed his painful arm and cast a pitiful and innocent look at Cedrick’s dark expression.

“What’s wrong, Cedrick?” What did I do wrong?

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