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.

think I won’t be able to recognize you just because you’re

felt his entire

Should I come clean?

that I’ve been deceiving her all

in the dark the most 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

if you weren’t dead? How come you’ve taken on the identity

his collar so tightly that her hands were trembling.

“Ms. Harris, I—”

are you

her hand and curved her elbow as she swiftly

twisted in pain, and he bent down reflexively. Despite that, Gwendolyn tugged his collar and backed him up against the window

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

Gwendolyn had no

all

for reason as she stared daggers

couldn’t get over

didn’t he look for

act like

you refuse to tell the truth, I’ll have to take matters

out to snatch

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

me seeing your face? If you are Cedrick and not Maverick, you should have

“I—”

chance to defend himself as

swiftly ripped off his mask while he was

to stop as they looked into

his

completely altered. He now

so, his gaze and mannerisms gave

He was obviously Maverick.

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

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

delusional to think 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

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

things too fast by

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

“Fine. Go ahead.”

his hands and let

was suspicious, she still

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

revealed. Its defined musculature was flawlessly smooth, with

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

and retreated to the bedside with

bed in

was

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