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.

heart was in his throat when he noticed

“Mr. Jenson, you

her feet with her brows furrowed and gingerly

Harris, you must be

never met,” His eyes were glacial as he uttered in

Gwendolyn’s eyes reddened as she met his

shot out without forewarning to grab his suit

a mask? You might fool everyone, but I can tell it’s you from

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 in the first

even more difficult 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 grabbed his collar so tightly

Her eyes swirled with

“What are you calling me?” Gwendolyn raised her hand and curved her elbow as she swiftly landed a hard

Cedrick’s features beneath his mask twisted in pain, and

his collar and backed him up against the

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

Gwendolyn had no

would whack him with all her might every single

mind had no room for reason as she stared daggers at

couldn’t get over Maverick being alive

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 his

Cedrick held on tightly

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

mask

as they looked into one another’s

Gwendolyn surveyed his

eyes, the rest of

He now only vaguely resembled Maverick at a

so, his gaze and

was obviously

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

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

only indicator on his face that they were the

from the lashings on Maverick’s back before the incident and broke free

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

Go ahead.

raised both of his hands and let her

Gwendolyn was suspicious,

his shirt from his belt and lifted it along with his

broad back was

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

was devoid

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

Gwendolyn slowly let go of him and retreated to the bedside

sat on the bed in a daze in total

mind was coming back to