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.

heart was in his throat when he noticed the

“Mr. Jenson, you really look

with her brows furrowed and

Harris,

We’ve never met,” His eyes were glacial as

eyes reddened as she met

Her hand shot out without forewarning to grab his suit collar

able to recognize you just because you’re wearing a mask? You might fool

She hated being kept in the dark the most and had never liked him in the first

be forgiven? “Why didn’t you come looking for me if you weren’t dead? How come you’ve taken on the identity of Cedrick? Maverick, you owe me a much due explanation!” Gwendolyn grabbed his collar so tightly that her hands

with shock,

calling me?” Gwendolyn raised her hand

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

tugged his collar and backed him up

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

had

She would whack him with all

no room for reason as she

still couldn’t get over Maverick being alive and

Why act like we’re strangers? “If you refuse to tell the truth, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands!”

Cedrick held on tightly

scared of me seeing your face? If you are Cedrick and

Gwendolyn swiftly ripped off his mask while he was curled up

stop as they

Gwendolyn surveyed his face in

the rest of his features were completely

now only vaguely resembled Maverick at a

Even so, his gaze and mannerisms gave him

was

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

Jenson!” “I don’t believe you! Did you undergo plastic surgery? You must be delusional

Maverick was the only indicator on his face that they were

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

and turn your back

Go ahead.

both of his

While Gwendolyn was suspicious,

loosened his shirt from his belt and lifted it along with

broad back was instantly

was flawlessly smooth, with tan skin

It was devoid of

even make out the deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist

slowly let go of him and retreated to the bedside with unsteady

on the bed

rational mind was coming back to