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.

Cedrick’s heart was in his throat when he noticed the change in

Jenson, you really

to her feet with her brows furrowed and

Harris, you

eyes were glacial as he uttered in a

eyes reddened as

to grab his

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

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

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? Maverick, you owe me a much due explanation!” Gwendolyn

Her eyes swirled with shock,

raised her hand and curved her

features beneath his mask twisted in pain, and he bent down

collar and backed him up

would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due to the disparity between

Gwendolyn had no such

whack him with all her might every

room for reason as she

couldn’t get over Maverick being

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

forward on our first meeting tonight?” “What’s wrong with me touching my fiancé? Why are you so scared of me seeing

off his mask while

stop as they

Gwendolyn surveyed his face

eyes, the rest

He now only vaguely resembled Maverick at

so, his gaze

was obviously

look so different? Is it because you’re wearing another mask?” Gwendolyn pinched the

you! Did you undergo plastic surgery? You must be

to Maverick was the only indicator on his face

lashings on Maverick’s back before the incident and broke

up and turn your back to me! If you aren’t guilty, then let

Go ahead.

his

While Gwendolyn was suspicious, she still

she loosened his shirt from his belt and

His broad back was instantly

flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that looked exceptionally enticing under the room’s

was devoid

Maverick’s waist which he sustained

and retreated to

on the bed in a daze in total

mind was