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.

eyes reddened as she met his familiar

out without forewarning to grab his suit collar and press him against the glass

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 from

entire body

Should I come clean?

think that I’ve been deceiving her

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

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

that her hands were trembling. Her

“Ms. Harris, I—”

you

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

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

he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due to the disparity between their

had

whack him with all her might every

mind had no room for reason as she stared daggers

over Maverick being

didn’t he

act like we’re

the truth, I’ll

out to snatch

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

scared of me seeing your face? If you are Cedrick and not

“I—”

defend himself as she leveled another blow at

while he was curled up in

to stop as they looked into one

his

of his features were completely altered. He now only

gaze and

He was obviously Maverick.

mask?” Gwendolyn pinched the skin of

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

you! Did you undergo plastic surgery? You must be delusional to think I won’t be able

Maverick was the only indicator on his

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

you taking things too fast by stripping

If you aren’t

“Fine. Go ahead.”

both of his hands and let her manhandle

suspicious, she still had

loosened his shirt from his belt and lifted it along with

smooth, with tan skin

knife wound on