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

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

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

surprise, Maverick folded his belt in half and placed it in her hand

was dressed in nothing but a thin, white shirt

not obey this order. You can punish me if you want to. Whip

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

heck is

pent-up rage, which was on the verge

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

lip tightly, his eyes a

definitely not

had previously experienced hardships and injuries in the army, he was still afraid of

her or grow distant from her, for

all of this for you! I’ve been working 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

was dry and scratchy. His shoulders shook

lips and looked down

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 caught. “I’m

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

How many hits can your frail body actually take if

still remembers that I’ve just recovered from

more tears as he felt ill

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

see how stubborn you can be since you’re the one who’s asking

of the folded belt, and with

he clenched his teeth and braced

his pitiful appearance, the woman smirked slyly and remarked, “Getting whipped while wearing a shirt isn’t much fun. You’ll have

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

in no hurry; she stood quietly behind him and admired the

on his physique. In fact,

his back muscles were naturally broad, and the lines and contours

taking a glance was quite a

in the view before gently tracing each

her time, being

but quiver. She’s

feel a bit parched and

getting fairly overwhelmed by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end of

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

Whoosh!

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