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.

Harris, you must be mistaken. We’ve never met,” His eyes were glacial as he uttered in a hoarse

she

his

I won’t be able to recognize you just because you’re wearing a mask? You might fool everyone, but

felt his entire body go

Should I come clean?

think that I’ve been deceiving her all

and had never liked him in the first place. Wouldn’t doing so compound the hatred she bore against him, so much so that it’d be even more difficult for

dead? How come you’ve taken on the identity of Cedrick? Maverick, you owe

grabbed his collar so tightly that her hands were trembling. Her eyes swirled

“Ms. Harris, I—”

are you calling

as she swiftly landed a

features beneath his mask twisted in pain, and he bent down reflexively. Despite that, Gwendolyn tugged his

he feared that he would accidentally hurt

Gwendolyn had

him with all her

mind had no room for reason as she stared daggers

get over Maverick

he

like

to tell the truth, I’ll have to take matters into

out to

Harris, isn’t it unbecoming of

so scared of me seeing your face? If you are Cedrick and not Maverick,

“I—”

a chance to defend himself as she leveled

while he was

seemed to stop as they

his

features were completely altered. He now

and mannerisms gave him

He was obviously Maverick.

mask?” Gwendolyn pinched the skin of his face and attempted to peel off

sternly, “That is because I

you! Did you undergo plastic surgery? You must be delusional to think I won’t be able to recognize you because of that! Why

Maverick was the only indicator on his face

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

aren’t you taking things

If you

“Fine. Go ahead.”

raised both of his hands and

suspicious, she

loosened his

was instantly revealed. Its defined musculature was flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that looked

of any scars. She couldn’t even make out the deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist which he sustained from Asher while looking for her in the