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

grab his suit collar and press him

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 body

Should I come clean?

that I’ve

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

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

so tightly that her hands were trembling. Her eyes swirled with shock, confusion, and

“Ms. Harris, I—”

you calling

as she swiftly landed a hard blow

mask twisted in pain, and he bent down reflexively. Despite that,

as he feared that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due to the disparity

Gwendolyn had no such

with all her might every

no room for reason as she stared daggers at

still couldn’t get over Maverick being alive

he

like we’re

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

reached out to snatch

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

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

“I—”

give him a chance to defend himself as she leveled another blow at

ripped off his mask while he was curled up in

seemed to stop as they looked into

surveyed his face in

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

gaze and mannerisms gave

He was obviously Maverick.

face look so different? Is it because you’re wearing another mask?” Gwendolyn pinched the skin

her hand and said sternly,

think I won’t be able to

indicator on

on Maverick’s back

things too

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

“Fine. Go ahead.”

raised both of his hands

suspicious, she still

one by one, she loosened his shirt from his belt and lifted it

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