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.

taking 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 your eyes

his entire body go

Should I come clean?

think that I’ve been deceiving her all

place. Wouldn’t doing so compound the hatred she bore against him, so

you’ve taken on the identity of Cedrick? Maverick,

her hands were

“Ms. Harris, I—”

are you

curved her elbow as she swiftly

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

he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due

had no

would whack him with all her might every

for reason as she

couldn’t get over Maverick being alive

he look

like

truth, I’ll have to take matters into my

out to snatch his

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

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

“I—”

chance to defend himself as

swiftly ripped off his mask while he was curled up

to stop as they

surveyed his face in

completely altered. He now only vaguely resembled Maverick at

so, his gaze and

He was obviously Maverick.

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

her hand and said sternly, “That is

believe you! Did you 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 instead?” She

Maverick was the only indicator on his face that they were

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

aren’t you taking things too fast

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

“Fine. Go ahead.”

his hands and let her manhandle

was suspicious, she still

his shirt from his belt and lifted it along

defined musculature was flawlessly smooth, with tan skin that looked exceptionally enticing under the room’s

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