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.

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 your

felt his entire body go

Should I come clean?

think that I’ve been deceiving

doing so compound the hatred she bore against him, so much so that it’d be even more

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 eyes swirled

“Ms. Harris, I—”

are you

curved her elbow as

and he bent down reflexively. Despite that, Gwendolyn tugged his collar and backed him up against

feared that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due

had no such

all her might

mind had no room for reason as she stared daggers at

still couldn’t get over Maverick being alive and

he

act like

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

reached out to snatch his

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

wrong with me touching my fiancé? Why are you so scared of me seeing your face? If you are Cedrick and not Maverick, you should have nothing

“I—”

defend himself as she leveled

while he was curled

they looked

surveyed his face in

rest of his features were completely

his gaze and mannerisms gave

He was obviously Maverick.

look so different? Is it because you’re wearing another mask?” Gwendolyn

said sternly, “That

I won’t be able to recognize you because of that! Why don’t you try switching your eyeballs instead?” She gritted her

indicator on his face that they were the same

Maverick’s back

taking things too fast

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

“Fine. Go ahead.”

both of his hands and let her

was suspicious, she still

she loosened his shirt

Its defined musculature was flawlessly smooth, with tan

wound on Maverick’s waist which he