Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 224 You Look Like Someone

Cedrick held his breath while sneaking a glance at Gwendolyn.

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 her expression.

“Mr. Jenson, you really look like someone.”

Gwendolyn got to her feet with her brows furrowed and gingerly approached Cedrick.

be mistaken. We’ve never met,” His eyes were glacial as he uttered

reddened as she met his familiar

without forewarning to grab his suit collar and press

you think I won’t be able to recognize you just because you’re wearing a mask?

his entire body

Should I come clean?

that I’ve been deceiving her all

had never liked him in the first place. Wouldn’t doing so compound the hatred she bore against him, so much so that

for me if you weren’t dead? How come you’ve taken

so tightly that her hands were trembling. Her eyes

“Ms. Harris, I—”

you calling

her hand and curved her elbow as she swiftly landed

Despite

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

Gwendolyn had no such

would whack him with all her might every single

no room for reason as she stared daggers

still couldn’t get over Maverick being alive and

he look for

act like

the truth, I’ll have to

reached out to snatch

tightly to it. “Ms. Harris, isn’t it unbecoming of you to be

me seeing your face? If you are Cedrick

“I—”

chance to defend himself as she

mask while he was curled up in

seemed to stop as they looked

surveyed his face

his features were completely altered. He now only vaguely resembled

and mannerisms gave

He was obviously Maverick.

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

grip firm on her hand and said sternly, “That is because I am and have always been

I won’t be able to recognize you because of that! Why don’t you try switching your

resemblance to Maverick was the only indicator on his face that

Maverick’s back before

aren’t you taking things too fast by stripping

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

“Fine. Go ahead.”

raised both of his hands and let her

Gwendolyn was suspicious, she still had her

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

musculature was flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that looked

deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist which he sustained from Asher while looking for her in the