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 met his

hand shot out without forewarning to grab his suit collar and

be able to recognize you just because

entire body

Should I come clean?

think that I’ve been deceiving

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

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

collar so tightly that her hands were trembling. Her

“Ms. Harris, I—”

are you calling

and curved her elbow as she swiftly landed a hard blow

down reflexively. Despite that, Gwendolyn

that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn

Gwendolyn had no such

with all her might every

for reason as she stared daggers

get over Maverick

he look

like we’re

refuse to tell the truth, I’ll have

out to

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

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

“I—”

defend himself as she leveled another blow at his

his mask while he was curled

as they looked into one

surveyed his face in

of his features were completely

and mannerisms

He was obviously Maverick.

wearing another mask?” Gwendolyn pinched the skin of his face and attempted to

firm on her hand and said sternly, “That is because I am and have always been

don’t believe you! Did 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

the only indicator on his face that

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

Harris, aren’t you taking things too

up and turn your back to me! If

“Fine. Go ahead.”

both of his hands

suspicious, she still had

loosened his shirt from his belt and lifted it along

revealed. Its defined musculature was flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that looked exceptionally enticing under the

make out the deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist which he