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.

eyes reddened as she

out without forewarning to grab his suit collar and

Do you think I won’t be able to recognize you just because you’re wearing a mask? You might fool everyone, but

entire body

Should I come clean?

Gwendolyn think that I’ve been

so

you come looking for me if you weren’t dead? How come you’ve taken on the

collar so tightly that her hands were trembling. Her eyes swirled with shock, confusion,

“Ms. Harris, I—”

are you

curved her elbow as she swiftly landed a hard blow on

in pain, and he bent down reflexively. Despite that, Gwendolyn tugged his collar

wouldn’t retaliate as he feared that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due to the disparity between

Gwendolyn had

with all her might every single

no room for reason as she stared daggers at

get over Maverick being alive

he

act like

the truth, I’ll have to take matters into my own

reached out to

it. “Ms. Harris, isn’t it unbecoming of

you so scared of me seeing your face? If you are

“I—”

to defend himself as

off his mask while he was curled up

seemed to stop as they looked into

his face

the rest of his features were completely altered. He now

gaze and mannerisms gave him

He was obviously Maverick.

you’re wearing another mask?” Gwendolyn pinched the skin of his face and attempted to peel

sternly, “That is because I am

don’t believe you! Did you undergo plastic surgery? You must be delusional to think I won’t be able to recognize you

to Maverick was the only indicator on

and wounds from the lashings on Maverick’s back

taking things too

turn your back to me! If you aren’t guilty,

“Fine. Go ahead.”

both of his hands and let her

was suspicious, she

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

was instantly revealed. Its defined musculature was flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that looked

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