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.

reddened as she met

shot out without forewarning to grab his suit

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

his entire

Should I come clean?

think that I’ve

place. Wouldn’t doing so compound the hatred she bore against him, so much so that it’d be even more difficult for him to

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

grabbed his collar so tightly that her hands were

“Ms. Harris, I—”

you calling

raised her hand and curved her elbow as she swiftly landed a

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

that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due to

Gwendolyn had no

would whack him with all her might

had no room for reason as she stared daggers

still couldn’t get over Maverick being

didn’t he look for

act like we’re

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

to snatch his

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

with me touching my fiancé? Why are you so scared of me seeing your face? If you are Cedrick and not Maverick, you should have nothing to

“I—”

chance to defend himself as

swiftly ripped off his mask while he was curled up

they looked into one

his face

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

gaze and mannerisms

He was obviously Maverick.

it because you’re wearing another mask?” Gwendolyn pinched the skin of his

said sternly, “That is because I am and have always

able to recognize

the only indicator on his face that they were the same

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

things too fast

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

suspicious, she still had her

one by one, she loosened his

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

couldn’t even make out the deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist