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

Does he really think he’s strong enough

him to make a move while glowering

his belt in half and placed

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

this order. You can punish me if you want to. Whip

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

heck

rage, which was on the verge of erupting,

this one of your fetishes? Are

lip tightly,

definitely not a

injuries in the army, he

or grow distant from her, for that

the debt I owe you, not because I want us to go our separate

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

and looked

and her tone was cold and emotionless as she said, “Your confession is three years too late. I don’t need it anymore. That

was

and accept his fate as he clenched his fists firmly, closed his eyes,

fever? How many hits can your frail

remembers that I’ve just recovered from

fill with even more tears as

neck and asserted, “I’ll endure it until

stubborn you can be since

both ends of the folded belt, and with a sudden jerk, it snapped

his teeth and braced himself for the pain

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 torn. Besides, the pain is less intense with a layer of fabric in

the thin shirt’s buttons, removing it, and tossing it onto the coffee table in an

moving and

stood quietly behind

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

his back muscles were naturally broad,

taking a glance was quite

gently tracing each muscle on his back

her time, being exceedingly

help but quiver. She’s clearly

made him feel a

Gwendolyn loosened the end of the belt and gripped the metal

it like

Whoosh!

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