The Ex and Her Riches

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.

still. “What are you

Hah. Does he really think he’s strong enough to defeat

move while glowering at him and

Maverick folded his belt in half and placed it

back was remarkably straight, and he was dressed in nothing but a thin, white shirt as he turned around and knelt on

you want to. Whip me! Whip me until

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

heck

verge of erupting, suddenly turned

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

his lower lip tightly, his eyes a little

was definitely not

hardships and injuries in the army, he was still afraid

distant from her,

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 over. I genuinely

once, and his throat was dry and scratchy. His shoulders shook as he

pursed her red lips and looked down at him

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

was

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

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

I’ve just recovered from a

fill with even more tears as he felt ill at ease and

his neck and asserted, “I’ll endure it until you’re no

see how stubborn you can be since you’re the one

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

teeth and braced himself

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

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

moving and waited for her to

no hurry; she stood quietly behind him and

been injected with a special drug, it didn’t have any effect on his

back muscles were naturally broad, and the lines and

glance was quite a feast for the

a moment to take in the view before gently tracing each muscle on his back with the folded tip of the

took her time, being

help but quiver. She’s

feel a bit

fairly overwhelmed by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the

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

Whoosh!