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.

as she

shot out without forewarning to grab his suit

idiot, Maverick? Do you think I won’t be able to recognize you just because you’re wearing a mask? You

entire body

Should I come clean?

that I’ve been

had never liked him in the first place. Wouldn’t doing so compound

you come looking 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,

“Ms. Harris, I—”

you calling

her hand and curved her elbow as she

pain, and he bent down reflexively. Despite that, Gwendolyn tugged his collar and backed him up against the

accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due to the disparity between their

Gwendolyn had

would whack him with all her might

reason as she

over Maverick being alive

he

like

I’ll have to

to snatch

Harris, isn’t it unbecoming of you to be so forward on

Why are you so scared of me seeing your face? If you are Cedrick and not Maverick, you should have

“I—”

to defend himself as

swiftly ripped off his mask while he was curled

stop as they

surveyed his

of his features were completely

and mannerisms

He was obviously Maverick.

so different? Is it because you’re wearing another mask?” Gwendolyn pinched

her hand and said sternly,

won’t be able to recognize you because of that! Why don’t you try switching your eyeballs

the only indicator on his face

back before

aren’t you taking things too fast by stripping

up and turn your back to me! If you aren’t guilty, then let me

“Fine. Go ahead.”

both of his hands and let her manhandle

she

his clothes one by one, she loosened his shirt from his belt and lifted it along with his

back was instantly revealed. Its defined musculature was flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that looked exceptionally enticing under the room’s

She couldn’t even make out the deep knife wound