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

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

to make a move while glowering at

folded his belt in half and placed it in her

nothing but a thin,

want to. Whip me! Whip me until your anger is subdued!”

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

heck

rage, which was on the verge of

one of your fetishes?

his lower lip tightly, his eyes a little

definitely not

injuries in the army, he was

want to lose her or grow distant from her, for that would make

you, not because I want us to go our separate ways but because I hope you can give me a chance to start

once, and his throat was dry and

her red lips and looked

silence, and her tone was cold and emotionless as she said, “Your confession is three years

was

and accept his fate as he clenched his fists firmly, closed his eyes, and sniffled. “Go ahead and whip me, then.

can your frail body

still remembers that I’ve

eyes began to fill with even more tears as he felt

and asserted, “I’ll endure

stubborn you can be since

of the folded belt, and with a

clenched his teeth and braced himself

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 torn. Besides, the pain is less

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

without moving and waited

hurry; she stood quietly behind him and admired

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

were naturally broad, and the

glance was quite

gently tracing each muscle on his back with the folded tip of the

her time, being

quiver.

actions made him feel a bit

Gwendolyn loosened the end of the belt

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

Whoosh!

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