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 his familiar

shot out without forewarning to grab his

you think I won’t be able to recognize you just because you’re wearing a

his entire body

Should I come clean?

Gwendolyn think that I’ve been

the first place. Wouldn’t doing so compound the hatred she bore against him, so much

you weren’t dead? How come you’ve taken on

were trembling. Her eyes swirled with shock, confusion,

“Ms. Harris, I—”

you calling

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

pain, and he bent down reflexively. Despite

feared that he would accidentally hurt

Gwendolyn had no

him with all her might every

for reason as she stared daggers at

still couldn’t get over Maverick being alive

he look for

like we’re

truth, I’ll have to take

out to

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

touching my fiancé? Why are you so scared of me seeing your face?

“I—”

chance to defend himself

off his mask while he was curled up

stop as they looked

surveyed his

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

and

He was obviously Maverick.

because you’re wearing another mask?” Gwendolyn pinched the

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

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

only indicator on his face that they were the same

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

aren’t you taking things too

turn your back to me! If you aren’t guilty,

“Fine. Go ahead.”

both of his hands and let her manhandle

was suspicious, she still

one by one, she loosened his

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

any scars. She couldn’t even make out the deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist which he sustained from Asher while looking for her