Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 224

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.

“Are you 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 and mannerisms!”

Cedrick felt his entire body go numb.

Should I come clean?

Will Gwendolyn think that I’ve been deceiving her all along?

She hated being kept in 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 it’d be even more difficult for him to be forgiven?

“Why didn’t 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 much due explanation!”

Gwendolyn grabbed his collar so tightly that her hands were trembling. Her eyes swirled with shock, confusion, and fury.

“Ms. Harris, I—”

“What are you calling me?”

Gwendolyn raised her hand and curved her elbow as she swiftly landed a hard blow on his abdomen.

Cedrick’s 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 once more.

He wouldn’t retaliate as he feared that he would accidentally hurt Gwendolyn due to the disparity between their strength.

However, Gwendolyn had no such concerns.

She would whack him with all her might every single time.

Her mind had no room for reason as she stared daggers at Cedrick.

She still couldn’t get over Maverick being alive and well.

Why didn’t he look for me?

Why act like we’re strangers?

“If you refuse to tell the truth, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands!”

She reached out to snatch his mask.

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

“What’s 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 to fear!”

“I—”