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

“Mr. Jenson, you really

to her feet with her brows furrowed

“Ms. Harris,

never met,” His eyes were glacial

as she met his familiar

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

wearing a mask? You

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

him to be forgiven? “Why didn’t you come looking for me if

Her eyes swirled with shock, confusion, and

“Ms. Harris, I—” “What are you calling me?” Gwendolyn raised her hand and curved her elbow as she swiftly landed a

features beneath his mask twisted in

his collar and backed him

as he feared that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due to the disparity between

had no such

him with all her might

had no room for

get over

Why 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 own hands!” She reached out to snatch

on tightly to

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 nothing to fear!” “I—” Gwendolyn didn’t give him a

off his mask while he

as they looked

his face in

Besides his eyes, the rest of his

vaguely resembled Maverick

so, his gaze and mannerisms

He was obviously

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

Cedrick kept his grip firm on her hand and said sternly, “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

only indicator on

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 your

Go ahead.

of his hands and

Gwendolyn was suspicious,

his shirt from his belt and lifted it along with

broad back

musculature was flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that

was devoid

knife wound on Maverick’s waist which he sustained from Asher while looking for her

and retreated

the bed in a daze in total

was coming