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

you really look

with her brows furrowed and

Harris, you

glacial as he uttered in a

eyes reddened as

without forewarning to grab his suit collar and press him against the glass

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

been deceiving her all along? She hated being kept in the dark the

“Why didn’t you come looking for me if you weren’t dead? How come you’ve taken on the

with shock,

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

Cedrick’s features beneath his mask twisted in pain,

tugged his collar and backed

retaliate as he feared that he would accidentally

had no

whack him with all her might every single

for reason as she stared

get over

the truth, I’ll have to take matters

on tightly

are you so scared of me seeing your face? If you are Cedrick

Gwendolyn swiftly ripped off his mask while he was

seemed to stop as they

surveyed his face in

his eyes, the rest of his features were completely

He now only vaguely resembled Maverick at

his gaze and

was obviously

“Why does your face look so different? Is it because you’re wearing another mask?”

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 think I won’t be

Maverick was the only indicator on his face that they were

on Maverick’s back before the incident and broke

Harris, aren’t you taking things too fast by stripping me?” “Shut up and turn your back to me! If you aren’t guilty, then let me

Go ahead.

his hands and let her manhandle

suspicious, she

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

His broad back was

defined musculature was flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that looked exceptionally

It was devoid of

waist which

him and retreated

the bed in a daze in

Her rational mind was coming