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

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

in

nothing but

if you want to. Whip me! Whip me until your anger

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

the heck is

pent-up rage, which was on the verge of erupting, suddenly turned

this one of your fetishes? Are you a freaking

tightly,

definitely

previously experienced hardships and injuries in the army, he

didn’t want to lose her or grow distant from her, for that would

you, not because I want us to go

throat was dry and scratchy. His shoulders shook

Gwendolyn pursed her red lips and looked down at him in

eyes were as 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 anymore. That ship has sailed. You want us to start

was

up and accept his fate as he clenched his fists firmly, closed his eyes, and sniffled. “Go

that. “Have you lost your mind due to the fever? How many hits can your frail body actually take if I

that I’ve just recovered from a

began to fill with even more tears as

asserted, “I’ll

stubborn you can be since you’re

folded belt, and with a sudden jerk, it snapped straight, making

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

slyly and remarked, “Getting whipped while wearing a shirt isn’t much fun. You’ll have to buy a new one if

deftly undoing the thin shirt’s buttons, removing

moving and waited for her to make a

hurry; she stood quietly behind him

any effect on his physique. In

naturally broad, and the lines and contours were

taking a glance was quite

a moment to take in the view before gently tracing each muscle on

time, being exceedingly

couldn’t help but quiver.

a bit parched and unbearably

he was getting fairly overwhelmed by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened

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

Whoosh!

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