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

out without forewarning to grab his

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

felt his entire body go

Should I come clean?

Gwendolyn think that I’ve been deceiving

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

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 trembling. Her eyes swirled with shock, confusion,

“Ms. Harris, I—”

you calling

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

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

wouldn’t retaliate as he feared that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due to the disparity

had

would whack him with all her

reason as

still couldn’t get over Maverick being

he look for

act like

refuse to tell the truth, I’ll

reached out to

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

you so scared of me seeing your

“I—”

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

mask while he was curled up in

stop as they

surveyed his

his features were completely altered. He now only vaguely resembled

gaze and mannerisms

He was obviously Maverick.

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

said sternly, “That is because

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

indicator on his face that they were the same

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

Harris, aren’t you taking things too fast

If you aren’t guilty, then let

“Fine. Go ahead.”

raised both of his hands and let her

Gwendolyn was suspicious, she

one, she loosened his shirt from his belt and lifted

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

deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist which