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 collar and press him against the

an idiot, Maverick? Do you think I won’t be able to recognize you just because you’re wearing a mask? You might fool everyone, but I can tell it’s you

entire

Should I come clean?

I’ve been deceiving

in the dark the most 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

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

her hands were trembling.

“Ms. Harris, I—”

are you calling

her hand and curved her elbow as she swiftly landed a hard blow on

reflexively. Despite that, Gwendolyn

feared that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due to the

Gwendolyn had no

with all her might every single

no room for reason as she stared daggers

get over Maverick being

he look

act like

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

out to snatch

held on tightly to it. “Ms. Harris, isn’t it unbecoming of you to be so forward

seeing your face? If you are Cedrick and not Maverick, you should have nothing

“I—”

himself

his mask while he was curled up in

they looked

surveyed his

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

gaze and mannerisms

He was obviously Maverick.

mask?”

kept his grip firm on her hand and said sternly, “That

You must be delusional to think I won’t be able to

to Maverick was the only indicator on his

back before the incident and broke free from Cedrick’s grasp to lift

Harris, aren’t you taking things too fast

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

“Fine. Go ahead.”

his hands and

Gwendolyn was suspicious, she still had

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

revealed. Its defined musculature was flawlessly smooth,

knife wound on Maverick’s waist which he sustained from Asher while looking for her in