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.

stood still. “What

me because he’s infuriated? Hah. Does he

make a move while glowering at

surprise, Maverick folded his belt in half and

remarkably straight, and he was dressed in nothing but a thin, white shirt as he turned around

order. You can punish me if you want to. Whip me! Whip me until your

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

the heck is

rage, which was on the verge of erupting, suddenly turned into an

one of your fetishes? Are

tightly, his eyes

definitely not

injuries in the army, he

her,

owe you, not because I want us to go our separate ways but because I hope you can give me a chance to

throat was dry and scratchy. His shoulders shook as he coughed, but his back

red lips and

tone was cold and emotionless as she said, “Your confession is three years too late. I don’t need it anymore. That ship has sailed. You want us

was caught. “I’m

his eyes, and sniffled. “Go ahead and whip me, then.

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

remembers that I’ve just

began to fill with even more tears as he felt ill at

“I’ll

since you’re the

of the folded belt, and with a sudden

budge as he clenched his teeth and braced himself for the pain that could

saw his pitiful appearance, the woman smirked slyly and remarked, “Getting whipped while wearing a shirt isn’t much

and got to work immediately, deftly undoing the thin shirt’s buttons, removing it, and tossing it

that, he maintained his posture without moving and waited for

hurry; she stood quietly behind him and

injected with a special drug, it didn’t have any effect on his physique.

were naturally broad, and the lines

was quite a feast for

take in the view before gently tracing each muscle on his

her time, being

couldn’t help but quiver. She’s clearly teasing me

a bit parched

he was getting fairly overwhelmed by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end of the belt and

high in the air, wielded it like a whip, and swung

Whoosh!

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