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.

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

his entire

Should I come clean?

I’ve been deceiving her

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

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

her hands were trembling.

“Ms. Harris, I—”

are you

elbow as she swiftly landed a hard blow on his

in pain, and he bent down reflexively. Despite that, Gwendolyn tugged

that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn

had no such

whack him with all

reason

couldn’t get over Maverick being alive and

he look

like

tell the truth, I’ll have

out to snatch his

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

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

“I—”

him a chance to defend himself as she leveled another blow

his mask while he was curled up in

seemed to stop as they looked into one another’s

his face in

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

so, his gaze and

He was obviously Maverick.

Is it because you’re wearing another mask?” Gwendolyn pinched the skin of his

and said sternly,

believe you! Did you undergo plastic surgery? You must be delusional to think I won’t be able to recognize

only indicator on his face

burns and wounds from the lashings on Maverick’s back

things too fast

to me! If you

“Fine. Go ahead.”

raised both of his hands and let her manhandle

Gwendolyn was suspicious, she still

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

flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that looked exceptionally

wound on Maverick’s waist which he

slowly let go of him and retreated to the

bed in a daze

rational mind was coming