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.

his throat when he noticed the change

Jenson, you really look like

got to her feet with her brows furrowed and

Harris, you must

His eyes were glacial as he uttered in

as she met

to grab his suit collar

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

come clean? Will Gwendolyn think that 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 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

swirled with shock,

me?” Gwendolyn raised her hand and curved her elbow as she swiftly landed

twisted in pain, and he

his collar and backed

feared that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn

Gwendolyn had no

would whack him with all her

had no room for reason as she stared

still couldn’t get over Maverick being alive

to tell the truth, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands!” She reached out

on tightly to

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

ripped off his mask

Time seemed to stop as they looked into one

Gwendolyn surveyed his

his eyes, the rest of his features were

vaguely resembled Maverick at a

Even so, his gaze and mannerisms gave

He was obviously

wearing another mask?” Gwendolyn pinched the skin of his face

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

resemblance to Maverick was the only indicator on his face that they

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

too fast by stripping me?” “Shut up and

Go ahead.

his

Gwendolyn was suspicious, she still had her

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

back was

defined musculature was flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that looked

was devoid of

the deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist which he sustained from Asher

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

sat on the bed in a daze in

mind was coming