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 you

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

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

Maverick folded his belt in half and

nothing but a thin, white shirt as

if you want

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

the heck

pent-up rage, which was on the verge of

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

bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes a

was definitely not

had previously experienced hardships and injuries in the army, he

grow distant from her, for that would make him

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

was dry and scratchy. His shoulders shook as he coughed,

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

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

was

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

“Have you lost your mind due to the fever? How many hits can your frail body actually take if I were to strike you hard, especially when you’ve only just

remembers that I’ve just recovered

with even more tears as he felt

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

you can be since you’re the one who’s asking for a

both ends of the folded belt, and with

his teeth and braced himself

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

buttons, removing it, and tossing it onto the

posture without moving and waited for her to

no hurry; she stood quietly behind him and

any effect on his physique. In fact, it made his skin two shades lighter,

back muscles were naturally broad,

glance was quite a feast for the

gently tracing each muscle

took her time,

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

him feel a bit parched and unbearably

fairly overwhelmed by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the

she lifted it high in the air, wielded it like a whip,

Whoosh!

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