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.

when he noticed the change

Jenson, you

her feet with her brows

Harris, you

glacial as he uttered

Gwendolyn’s eyes reddened as she

forewarning to grab his suit collar

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

Gwendolyn think that I’ve been deceiving her all along? She hated being kept in the dark the most and

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?

eyes swirled with

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

features beneath his mask twisted in pain, and he

that, Gwendolyn tugged his collar and backed him up against

he feared that he would accidentally hurt

However, Gwendolyn had no

with all her might

no room for reason as she stared

get over Maverick being alive

like we’re strangers? “If you refuse to tell the truth, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands!” She reached out to snatch his

Cedrick held on tightly to

be 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

Gwendolyn swiftly ripped off his mask

to stop as they looked into

his face

rest of his

vaguely resembled Maverick at

gaze and mannerisms

He was obviously

“Why does your face look so different? Is it because you’re wearing another mask?” Gwendolyn pinched the skin of his face and attempted to peel off

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

was the only indicator on his face

the lashings on Maverick’s back before the incident and broke

too fast by stripping me?” “Shut up and turn your back to me! If you aren’t

Go ahead.

raised both of his hands and let her manhandle

Gwendolyn was suspicious, she still

of removing his clothes one by one, she loosened his shirt from his belt and lifted it along with

back was

was flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that looked exceptionally enticing under the

was devoid of

deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist which

him and retreated to the

sat on the bed in

was coming back