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 are you

infuriated? Hah. Does he really think he’s strong enough to defeat

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

in half and placed it in

and he was dressed in nothing but a thin, white shirt as he turned around and knelt on one

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

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

heck

which was on the verge of erupting, suddenly turned into

you out of your mind? Is this one of your fetishes? Are you a

bit his lower lip tightly,

definitely

and injuries in the army, he was still afraid of

or grow distant from her, for that would make

extremely hard to pay back the debt I owe you, not because I want us to

had spoken too much at once, and his throat was dry and

her red lips and looked

as deep and still as deathly silence, and her 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

breath was

as he clenched his fists firmly, closed his eyes, and sniffled. “Go ahead

How many hits can your frail body

that I’ve

with even more tears as he

craned his neck and asserted, “I’ll endure it until you’re

since

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

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

slyly and remarked, “Getting whipped while wearing a shirt isn’t much fun. You’ll

removing it, and tossing it onto the coffee table

that, he maintained his posture without moving and waited for her to make a

stood quietly behind him and admired the view for

been injected with a special drug, it didn’t have any effect on his physique. In fact, it made his skin two shades

broad, and the lines and contours were

taking a glance was quite a feast

the view before gently tracing

took her time,

quiver. She’s clearly teasing me

a

as he was getting fairly overwhelmed by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened

the air, wielded it like a whip, and

Whoosh!

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