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.

was in his throat when he noticed the change in

Jenson, you really

Gwendolyn got to her feet with

“Ms. Harris, you must

were glacial as he

eyes reddened as she met his familiar

forewarning to grab his suit collar and press him

“Are you taking me for an 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 and mannerisms!” Cedrick felt his

I’ve been deceiving her all along? She hated being kept in the dark the most and had never liked him in the first

for him to 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

with

“What are you calling me?” Gwendolyn raised her hand

beneath his mask twisted in pain, and he

tugged his collar and backed him

he would accidentally hurt

had no

with

had no room for reason as she stared

still couldn’t get over Maverick being alive

didn’t he look for me? Why act like we’re strangers? “If you refuse to tell the truth, I’ll have to take matters into my

held on

so scared of me seeing your face? If you

ripped off his mask while

as they looked into

his face

eyes, the rest of his features

only vaguely resembled

his gaze

He was obviously

mask?” Gwendolyn

always been Cedrick Jenson!” “I don’t believe you! Did you undergo plastic surgery? You must be delusional to think I won’t be

was the only indicator

from the lashings on Maverick’s back before the

me?” “Shut up and turn your

Go ahead.

of his

Gwendolyn was suspicious, she still had

his clothes one by one, she loosened his shirt from

His broad back was

flawlessly smooth, with tan

It was devoid of

couldn’t even make out the deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist which he

and

bed in a

was coming back