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

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

while glowering at him and

surprise, Maverick folded his belt in

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

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

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

the heck

was on the verge

mind? Is this one of your fetishes? Are

lip tightly, his eyes a

was definitely not a

though he had previously experienced hardships and injuries

want to lose her or grow distant from her, for that would make him feel even worse and more

us to go our separate ways but because I hope you can give me

his throat was dry and scratchy. His shoulders

red lips and looked down at him in silence for

eyes were as deep and still as deathly silence, and her tone was cold and emotionless as she said, “Your confession is

breath was caught.

give up and accept his fate as he clenched his fists firmly, closed his eyes, and sniffled. “Go ahead and whip me, then. There’s no

can your frail body actually take if I were to strike you hard, especially

remembers that I’ve just recovered from a

even more tears as he felt ill at ease and

asserted, “I’ll endure it until you’re no longer

how stubborn you can be since

the folded belt, and with a

braced

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 of fabric in

to work immediately, deftly undoing the thin shirt’s buttons, removing it, and tossing it onto the coffee table in an elegant

without moving and

behind him and admired the view for

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

naturally broad,

glance was quite a feast for

to take in the view before gently tracing each muscle on his back with the folded

took her time, being exceedingly

quiver. She’s clearly

made him feel a

fairly overwhelmed by the teasing, Gwendolyn

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

Whoosh!

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