Hunting for His EX-Wife

Elliot sat there motionless under the soft light, his eyes fixed on her, not saying a word and not making a move.

Rose hesitated for a moment, then stood her ground, looking back at him. Her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

“Do… Do you want to say something?” Rose struggled to find her words, her voice stumbling and barely coherent. She mentally scolded herself for sounding so nervous.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

‘What’s wrong with you, Rose? Why are you so nervous?’

Elliot seemed to chuckle, though it was hard to tell if it was a real laugh or not. He stood up from the bed and approached her. “Rose, have you thought about what I said a week ago?”

A week ago? What…

Oh. Ah…

She remembered.

No wonder Elliot had been acting strangely these past few days. It was because of this.

She hadn’t even thought about it. How was she supposed to answer him?

Upon seeing Rose’s expression, Elliot’s face changed slightly, but he restrained his anger. He took another step toward her, his voice growing deeper and carrying an unexplainable sense of urgency. “You haven’t thought about it?”

Rose hesitated, her breathing suddenly slowing down. Unconsciously, she took a step back, her face showing signs of unease. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Heh…” A low, emotionless laugh suddenly echoed. Elliot’s face was far from gloomy now, and instead, it held a trace of an indescribable amusement. Rose blinked, looking at him in confusion and slight caution.

When he focused on someone so intensely, it felt as if that person was the only one in his eyes.

Rose’s breath caught, and after a moment, she finally slowed down her breathing.

She involuntarily took a half step backward, her expression slightly anxious. “I haven’t thought about it.”

“Heh…” Elliot’s face held a hint of amusement as he chuckled softly. “You haven’t thought about it, Rose? How much longer do you need? A day? Two days? Or perhaps a year?”

Rose stood in place, looking puzzled. She couldn’t help but feel that Elliot had been acting strangely, especially in the past few days. It was as if he had become a different person.

“Rose, let me remind you,” he continued, seemingly oblivious to her strange gaze. He closed the remaining distance between them, and their breaths seemed to mingle in the small space between them. Rose found herself with her back against the wall, nowhere to retreat.

“You are my woman, and you are my wife, Rose. As long as I don’t want a divorce, you will be in that role for the rest of your life. Don’t delude yourself into thinking otherwise.” Elliot’s face held a wicked, teasing smile, and before Rose could react, his lips pressed against hers, deftly parting her lips and diving in.

Her mind went blank and her vision blurred.

Elliot’s breathing became unsteady as he kissed deeper. The familiar scent of each other lingered in their noses.

Rose couldn’t breathe, her brain was getting dizzy. This kiss was too gentle, making her tightly locked heart unable to help but beat, fresh and powerful. Slowly, it seemed to resonate with the heartbeat of the man in front of her.

She clearly felt his hard on which snapped her into reality. With a blushing face, she tried to push him away, but the next second, he kissed her more deeply.

Rose seemed bewitched somehow and had a passionate night with Elliot.

The next morning, Rose woke up to the bright daylight streaming in from outside. She blinked her eyes drowsily, feeling a bit disoriented. Her awareness gradually returned, and she realized that a warm body was pressed against her back. Startled, she turned her head.

Rose just realized her situation.

She found herself in Elliot’s embrace, half-sitting in his arms. His arm was wrapped around her waist, and the blanket was pulled up to their necks, leaving only their heads exposed. In front of them sat his laptop, with his hand lightly tapping the keyboard.

Rose was taken aback.

She could feel the warmth of their skin pressed together, and an uncontrollable blush crept onto her face, spreading to the back of her.

“Are you awake?”

Rose remained silent and tried to free herself from his embrace. However, he held onto her even tighter, almost squeezing her waist, making her gasp for breath.

“Are you still sleepy? It’s still early, do you want to continue sleeping for a while or are you hungry? Shall I bring breakfast for you?”

His gentle and clear voice carried a hint of hoarseness from not speaking for a long time, sounding particularly low and magnetic, especially since he was speaking right next to her ear. Rose’s ears tingled and a wave of numbness spread from behind her ear straight to her heart.

“You…” Rose’s voice trailed off as she realized her throat was a little hoarse. She blinked and saw a glass of water being brought to her lips.

“Drink some water. You were exhausted last night, you didn’t rest well.” Elliot had closed his laptop and put it aside when he noticed she had woken up, but he still held Rose tightly from behind, in a possessive embrace.

Rose pursed her lips, feeling uncomfortable with the dryness and numbness in her throat. She wanted to take the glass from him herself, but he didn’t let go of it. So she drank the entire glass of warm water with Elliot’s help.

Her throat felt much better now. As Elliot placed the glass back on the bedside table, there was a moment of silence that made Rose feel uneasy in his embrace.

“Want to sleep some more? Hmm?” His voice came out slightly trembling as he pressed against Rose’s back without any barriers between them. She could feel that he was in an excellent mood.

But she wasn’t feeling too good herself after last night’s absurdity; she couldn’t face it or think about anything else right now. Her mind was still tangled up like a mess and she even lacked courage to face Elliot anymore. So when he asked if she wanted to sleep some more, all she could do was nod silently. Then he felt him release his grip on her, which made her breathe a sigh of relief while lying down separately with quite some distance between them under their blanket.

The sudden rush of cold air made Rose frown until Elliot wrapped himself around her again from behind.

It felt too intimate.

And that person holding onto her so tightly… was still Elliot.

Thankfully, he didn’t say anything else, just hugged her from behind once more while Rose remained stiff for only a while before falling asleep again groggily.

Truth be told, she was just too tired after last night’s intimacy and couldn’t muster any thoughts or feelings about anything yet until fully awake later on including what this meant for their relationship…