Wooing My Ex-Wife

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

Jenson, you

to her feet with

“Ms. Harris, you

met,” His eyes were glacial as he uttered in

eyes reddened as she met his familiar

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

idiot, Maverick? Do 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 from your eyes

been deceiving her all along? She hated being kept in

it’d be even more difficult for him to be forgiven? “Why didn’t you come looking for me if you weren’t dead? How come you’ve taken

with shock, confusion, and

her hand

Cedrick’s features beneath his mask twisted in pain, and

Despite that, Gwendolyn tugged his collar and backed him

as he feared that he would accidentally

However, Gwendolyn had no

whack him with all

room for reason as

She still couldn’t get over Maverick

“If you refuse to tell the truth, I’ll have to

held on tightly

so forward on our first meeting tonight?” “What’s wrong with me touching my fiancé? Why are you so scared of me seeing your face? If you are Cedrick and not Maverick, you should have nothing to fear!”

off his mask while he was curled

Time seemed to stop as they looked into

surveyed his

rest of his features were

only vaguely resembled

Even so, his gaze and mannerisms gave

was obviously

Is it because you’re wearing another mask?”

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

Cedrick’s resemblance to Maverick was the only indicator on his face that

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

by stripping me?” “Shut up and turn your back to me! If you aren’t guilty, then let me inspect

Go ahead.

Cedrick raised both of his hands

Gwendolyn was suspicious, she still had

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

His broad back was instantly

flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that

It was devoid of any

out the deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist which he sustained from Asher while looking

let go of him and retreated to

She sat on the bed in a daze in

was coming