The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 158

It was an order.

There was no room for negotiation or discussion.

No matter how hard I try, she won’t accept me again. Does she truly want to draw a line between us so badly? So, she’s genuinely determined to become strangers with me for the rest of our lives?

Maverick’s dark eyes welled up with tears as his eyelashes trembled slightly.

His eyes had long since lost the ferocity and hostility that once possessed them.

Excruciating pain washed over him as though his heart was being ruthlessly kneaded and smushed.

His pale, handsome face had a fragility that couldn’t be concealed.

Gwendolyn noticed his expression.

However, there wasn’t even the slightest change in the indifference on her face as she raised her hand, which was holding the documents, by an inch.

Maverick, who was incredibly torn, held his breath while taking the document with shaking hands.

As Gwendolyn turned around to reach for the pen on the coffee table, she heard a ripping sound behind her.

The man’s dark eyes were cold and ruthless as he once again tore the document to shreds without hesitation.

This time, he even threw the torn document directly above her head, acting utterly outrageous.

Snow-white scraps of paper fell onto her head.

Is he provoking me?

Gwendolyn was truly furious.

Rage surged, boiled, and roared up from the pit of her stomach, flaring to the top of her head.

“Do you have a death wish?” she asked through gritted teeth.

Yet, the man across from her showed no signs of backing down. Maverick’s deep, dark pupils were incredibly gloomy as their eyes met.

Skillfully, he slid his well-defined hand to his waist and unbuckled his belt, motioning to pull it out.

“What are

going to hit me because he’s infuriated? Hah. Does he really think he’s strong enough

waited for him to make a move while glowering at him and discreetly gritting her

surprise, Maverick folded his belt in half and placed it in her

and he was dressed in nothing but a thin, white shirt as he

you want to. Whip me! Whip me until your anger is

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

heck

pent-up rage, which was on the verge of erupting, suddenly turned into

this one of your fetishes? Are

lip tightly, his eyes a

definitely

injuries in

he didn’t want to lose her or grow distant from her, for

debt I owe you, not because I want us to go our separate ways but

too much at once, and his throat was dry and scratchy. His shoulders shook as he coughed, but

like me?” Gwendolyn pursed her red lips and looked down at him in silence for

she said, “Your confession is three years

breath was

eyes, and sniffled. “Go ahead and whip me, then. There’s no way I’m signing that,

your mind due to the fever? How many hits can your frail body actually take if I were to

still remembers that I’ve

to fill with even more tears as he felt ill at

asserted, “I’ll endure it

see how stubborn you can be since

folded belt, and with a sudden jerk, it snapped straight,

teeth and braced himself for the pain that could

she saw his pitiful appearance, the woman smirked slyly and remarked, “Getting whipped while wearing a shirt isn’t much fun. You’ll have to buy a new one if it’s torn. Besides, the pain is less intense with a layer

the thin shirt’s buttons, removing it, and tossing it onto the coffee table in an elegant and carefree

moving and waited for

hurry; she stood quietly behind him and admired the view

drug, it didn’t have any effect on his physique.

naturally broad, and

quite a feast for the

tracing each muscle on

time, being exceedingly

help but quiver. She’s clearly

feel a

by the teasing, Gwendolyn

in the air, wielded it

Whoosh!

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