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 familiar

grab his suit collar and press him against

to recognize you just because you’re wearing a mask? You might fool everyone, but I can tell it’s you from your eyes

felt his entire body go

Should I come clean?

I’ve been deceiving

place. Wouldn’t doing so compound the hatred she bore

if you weren’t dead? How come you’ve taken on

her hands were trembling. Her eyes

“Ms. Harris, I—”

are you calling

her hand and curved her elbow as she

he bent down reflexively. Despite that,

accidentally

Gwendolyn had no

would whack him with all her might every single

no room for reason

over Maverick being

he look

act like we’re

to tell the truth, I’ll have to

reached out to snatch

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

so scared of me seeing your face? If you are Cedrick and not Maverick, you should have nothing

“I—”

didn’t give him a chance to defend himself as she leveled

while he was

they looked into one another’s

surveyed his face in

eyes, the rest of his features were completely altered. He now only

and mannerisms gave him

He was obviously Maverick.

it because you’re wearing another mask?”

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

you undergo plastic surgery? You must be delusional to think I won’t be able to recognize you because of that! Why don’t you try switching your eyeballs instead?” She gritted her

resemblance to Maverick was the only indicator on his face that they were

the severe burns and wounds from the lashings on Maverick’s back before the incident and broke free from Cedrick’s grasp

aren’t you taking things too fast

to me! If you aren’t guilty, then

“Fine. Go ahead.”

of his hands and let her manhandle

was suspicious, she still

one by one, she loosened his

smooth, with

of any scars. She couldn’t even make out the deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist which he sustained from Asher while looking