The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

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.

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

Gwendolyn’s eyes reddened as she met his familiar eyes.

Her hand shot out without forewarning to grab his suit collar and press him against the glass window.

taking me for an idiot, 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 you from

entire body go

Should I come clean?

I’ve been deceiving her

dark the most and had never liked him in the first place. Wouldn’t doing so compound the hatred she bore

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

hands were trembling. Her

“Ms. Harris, I—”

you calling

as she swiftly landed a hard

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

feared that he would accidentally hurt

had

him with all her might

no room for reason as she

get over Maverick

didn’t he

like we’re

you refuse to tell the truth, I’ll have

reached out to

isn’t it unbecoming of you to be so forward

scared of me seeing your face? If

“I—”

give him a chance to defend himself

ripped off his mask while he was

seemed to stop as they looked into

his

features were completely altered. He now only vaguely resembled Maverick at

his gaze and mannerisms gave him

He was obviously Maverick.

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

hand and said sternly, “That is because I am

surgery? You must be delusional to think I won’t be able

indicator on his face that they were the same

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

things too

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

“Fine. Go ahead.”

raised both of his hands and

Gwendolyn was suspicious, she still

by one, she loosened his shirt from his belt and lifted it

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

was devoid of any scars. She couldn’t even make out the deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist which he sustained from

of him and retreated to the bedside with unsteady

on the bed in a daze in total

mind was