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.

in his throat when he noticed the

you really look

her feet with her brows furrowed

Harris, you must be

met,” His eyes were glacial as

eyes reddened as she met

Her hand shot out without forewarning to grab his

an idiot, Maverick? Do you think I won’t be able to recognize you just because you’re wearing a mask? You might

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

the hatred she bore against him, so much so that 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 on the identity of Cedrick? Maverick, you owe me a much due

eyes swirled with shock,

me?” Gwendolyn raised her hand and

beneath his mask twisted in pain, and he

tugged his collar and backed him up against the window once

wouldn’t retaliate as he feared that he would accidentally

had

whack him with

for reason as she stared

couldn’t get over

to tell the truth, I’ll have to

held on

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!” “I—” Gwendolyn didn’t give him a chance to defend himself as she leveled another blow

his mask while he was curled up in

seemed to stop as they looked into

his face in

Besides his eyes, the rest of his features

only vaguely resembled Maverick at a

Even so, his gaze and mannerisms

He was obviously

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

“That is because I am and have always been Cedrick Jenson!” “I don’t believe you! 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 try switching your eyeballs instead?”

the only indicator on his

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

Harris, aren’t you taking things too fast by stripping me?” “Shut up and turn

Go ahead.

his hands and

was suspicious, she still had

Instead of removing his clothes one by one, she loosened his shirt from

back was instantly

smooth, with tan skin that

devoid

make out the deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist which he sustained

him and retreated to the bedside with

She sat on the bed

rational mind was coming back