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.

still. “What are you

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

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

Maverick folded his belt in half and placed it

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

can punish me if you want to. Whip me! Whip me

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

the heck

verge of erupting, suddenly

Is this one of your

his lower lip tightly, his eyes a

definitely not

though he had previously experienced hardships and injuries in the

or grow distant from her,

extremely hard to pay back the debt I owe you, not because I want us to go our separate ways but because I hope you can give me a chance to start over. I genuinely like

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

her red lips and looked down at him in silence for a

she said, “Your confession is

was caught.

firmly, closed his eyes,

How many hits can your frail body actually take if

remembers that I’ve just recovered

to fill with even more tears

neck and asserted, “I’ll endure it

can be since you’re the

belt, and with a

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

like teasing him when 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

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

posture without moving and waited for her to make a

she stood quietly behind him

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

back muscles were naturally broad, and the lines and contours

a glance was quite a feast

tracing each muscle on his back with the folded tip

time, being

but quiver. She’s

feel a

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

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

Whoosh!

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