Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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

entire

Should I come clean?

I’ve been

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 difficult for

if you weren’t dead? How come you’ve taken on the identity of Cedrick? Maverick, you owe

hands were trembling.

“Ms. Harris, I—”

you

curved her elbow as she swiftly landed a

reflexively. Despite

that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due to the disparity between

had

him with all

no room for reason as she

still couldn’t get over Maverick being

he look

act like

you refuse to tell the truth, I’ll

to snatch

on tightly to it. “Ms. Harris, isn’t it unbecoming of you to be so forward on our

so scared of me seeing your face? If you are Cedrick and not

“I—”

him a chance to defend himself as she leveled another blow at

off his mask while he was curled up in

seemed to stop as they looked into one

surveyed his face

completely altered. He now only vaguely

his gaze and mannerisms

He was obviously Maverick.

wearing another mask?” Gwendolyn pinched the skin of his face and

grip firm on her hand and said sternly, “That

plastic surgery? You must be delusional to think I won’t be able to recognize you because

to Maverick was the only indicator on his face that they

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

things too fast by stripping

and turn your back to me! If you

“Fine. Go ahead.”

of his hands and

suspicious, she still had her

his clothes one by one, she loosened his

flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that looked exceptionally enticing

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