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 change

Jenson, you really look

got to her feet with her brows furrowed

Harris, you

glacial as he

Gwendolyn’s eyes reddened as she met

forewarning to grab his suit collar and press him

a mask? You might fool everyone, but I can

think that I’ve been deceiving her all along? She hated being kept

for me if you weren’t dead? How come you’ve taken on the identity of Cedrick? Maverick,

swirled with

Gwendolyn raised her hand and curved her elbow as she swiftly landed a hard blow

twisted in pain,

tugged his collar and backed him up against the window once

as he feared that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due to

had no such

him with all her might every single

Her mind had no room for reason as she stared daggers at

still couldn’t get over Maverick being alive

Why act like we’re strangers? “If you refuse to tell the truth, I’ll have to take

on

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 chance to defend himself as she leveled

ripped off his mask while he was curled up

Time seemed to stop as they looked

Gwendolyn surveyed his face in

the rest of his

He now only vaguely resembled Maverick at a

Even so, his gaze and mannerisms gave

was obviously

mask?” Gwendolyn

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 think I won’t be able to recognize you because of that! Why don’t you try switching your eyeballs instead?”

indicator on his face that they

back before the incident and broke free from Cedrick’s grasp

by stripping me?” “Shut up and turn your back to me!

Go ahead.

Cedrick raised both of his hands and

suspicious, she

one by one, she loosened his

His broad back

tan skin that looked exceptionally

was devoid of any

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

go of him and retreated

the bed in

Her rational mind was