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.

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

reddened as she

his suit collar and

able to recognize you just because you’re wearing

felt his entire body

Should I come clean?

Gwendolyn think that I’ve

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 him to

How come you’ve taken on the identity

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

“Ms. Harris, I—”

are you calling

curved her elbow as she swiftly landed a hard

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

wouldn’t retaliate as he feared that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due to the disparity between their

Gwendolyn had

him with all her might

no room for reason as she

still couldn’t get over

didn’t he

act like we’re

to tell the truth, I’ll have to take

out to snatch his

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

me seeing your face? If

“I—”

give him a chance to defend himself as she

mask while he was curled up in

to stop as they looked into one

surveyed his

eyes, the rest of his features were completely altered. He now only vaguely resembled Maverick at

his gaze and mannerisms

He was obviously Maverick.

Is it because you’re wearing another mask?” Gwendolyn pinched the skin of his face and attempted to peel

said sternly, “That

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

resemblance to Maverick was the only indicator on his face that they were

the severe burns and wounds from the lashings on Maverick’s back before the incident and broke free from Cedrick’s grasp

you taking things too

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

“Fine. Go ahead.”

of his hands and let her manhandle

Gwendolyn was suspicious, she still had

one by one, she loosened his shirt from his belt

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

knife wound on Maverick’s waist which he sustained from Asher while looking for