The Ex and Her Riches

Cedrick held his breath while sneaking a glance at Gwendolyn.

She sat on the couch by the window with her back facing him, sipping red wine.

He clenched his fists so tightly that they felt clammy. Could she be drunk by any chance?

Would she be as gentle to me as two nights ago?

“I admit I don’t know you well, yet you still plotted to get engaged with me. Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

Cedrick’s hand was on the doorknob when he felt his heart drop.

Gwendolyn’s speech was coherent and paced regularly. It was clear she’d barely imbibed any wine and was still sober.

That meant that he would be dead meat tonight.

Cedrick still wasn’t ready to face her.

He stalked toward the window and considered making a run for it.

Gwendolyn’s languid voice sounded. “Old Mr. Jenson has instructed the windows to be locked. It is also fitted with bulletproof glass and can’t be shattered. We’re just going to have a nice little chat. I wonder what you’re so afraid of?”

He had no chance of escape.

Cedrick subconsciously touched his face to confirm that his mask was still on. Gwendolyn couldn’t possibly recognize him that easily.

He cleared his throat. “You must be joking, Ms. Gwendolyn. We aren’t acquainted at all. I decided to get engaged with you merely because the fortune teller mentioned that we’d get along well together.”

Gwendolyn placed her wine glass down and turned to face him. “I’ve told you before that there’s someone I—”

She was cut off abruptly.

The man who stood by the window in a well-fitting suit gave off an aloof aristocratic air.

The sheer sight of him flooded her with a bone-deep sense of familiarity.

Her expression froze as she carefully scrutinized the man from head to toe.

Cedrick’s heart was in his throat when he noticed the change in her expression.

“Mr. Jenson, you really look like someone.”

Gwendolyn got to her feet with her brows furrowed and gingerly approached Cedrick.

“Ms. Harris, you must be mistaken. We’ve never met,” His eyes were glacial as he uttered in a hoarse voice.

she met

his suit collar and

just because you’re wearing a mask?

felt his entire body go

Should I come clean?

that I’ve been deceiving her

and had never liked him in the first place. Wouldn’t doing so compound the hatred she bore against him, so much so that it’d be even more difficult

for me if you weren’t dead? How come you’ve taken on the identity of Cedrick? Maverick, you owe me a much due

were trembling. Her eyes swirled with shock, confusion, and

“Ms. Harris, I—”

are you calling

hand and curved her elbow as she swiftly landed a hard

beneath his mask twisted in pain, and he bent down reflexively. Despite that, Gwendolyn tugged

he feared that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due to the disparity

Gwendolyn had

whack him with all her

room for reason as she stared

get over Maverick

didn’t he look

act like

you refuse to tell the truth, I’ll have to take matters

to

held on tightly to it. “Ms. Harris, isn’t it unbecoming

wrong with me touching my fiancé? Why are you so scared of me seeing

“I—”

himself as she

while he

they looked into

surveyed his face in

his features were completely altered. He now only vaguely resembled

so, his gaze and mannerisms

He was obviously Maverick.

look so different? Is it because you’re wearing another mask?” Gwendolyn pinched the skin of his face

firm on her hand and said sternly, “That is because I am and

to think I won’t be able to recognize you because of that! Why don’t

indicator on his face

Maverick’s back before the incident and broke

Harris, aren’t you taking things too fast by stripping

up and turn your back to me! If you aren’t

“Fine. Go ahead.”

both of his hands and let

was suspicious, she still had her

removing his clothes one by one, she loosened his shirt from his belt and

defined musculature was flawlessly smooth, with tan skin

scars. She couldn’t even make out the deep knife wound on