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.

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

Should I come clean?

Gwendolyn think that I’ve been deceiving her

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

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

his collar so tightly that her hands were trembling. Her eyes swirled

“Ms. Harris, I—”

are you

raised her hand and curved her elbow as she swiftly

features beneath his mask twisted in pain, and he bent down reflexively. Despite that, Gwendolyn tugged his

would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn

Gwendolyn had no such

would whack him with all her might

room for reason as she stared

still couldn’t get over Maverick

he look for

like

the truth, I’ll have to take matters into

reached out to snatch his

isn’t it unbecoming of you to be so forward on our first

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

“I—”

him a chance to defend himself as she leveled another

swiftly ripped off his mask while he was curled up

they looked into one another’s

surveyed his face

completely altered. He now only vaguely resembled Maverick at

so, his gaze and mannerisms gave him

He was obviously Maverick.

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

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

able

the only indicator on his face that they were the same

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

Harris, aren’t you taking things too fast

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

“Fine. Go ahead.”

of his hands

suspicious, she

clothes one by one, she loosened his shirt from his belt and lifted it

instantly revealed. Its defined musculature was flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that

out the deep knife wound on Maverick’s waist which he sustained from Asher