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.

because you’re wearing a mask? You might fool everyone, but I can tell it’s you from your

his entire body go

Should I come clean?

Gwendolyn think that I’ve been

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

didn’t you come looking for me if you weren’t dead? How come you’ve

collar so tightly that her hands were trembling. Her eyes

“Ms. Harris, I—”

are you

her elbow as she

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

he would accidentally hurt

Gwendolyn had

whack him with all her might every

for reason as she

still couldn’t get over Maverick being

didn’t he look for

act like we’re

truth, I’ll have to take matters

reached out to snatch his

isn’t it unbecoming of you to

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

“I—”

to defend himself

ripped off his mask while he was curled up in

stop as they

surveyed his

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

his gaze and

He was obviously Maverick.

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

and said sternly, “That is because I am

undergo plastic surgery? You must be delusional to think I won’t be able to recognize you because of that! Why don’t you try switching your eyeballs

resemblance to Maverick was the only indicator on his face

wounds from the lashings on Maverick’s back before the incident and broke free from

Harris, aren’t you taking things too fast by stripping

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

“Fine. Go ahead.”

of his hands

suspicious, she still had her

by one, she loosened his

musculature was flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that looked exceptionally

of any scars. She couldn’t even make out the deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist

slowly let go of him and retreated to the bedside

the bed in

mind was coming back to