Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 170 Waking From The Dream Charles was truly on the verge of exploding.

He suppressed the fury in his heart and spoke with a gentler tone.

“Gwen, I can do all those things too, and I’m better looking than him.

Wouldn’t that make you happier?” Gwendolyn once again lifted Maverick’s chin, examining his facial features.

“You are good-looking, but he is handsome.

It’s not the same,” she retorted.

Charles had gentle and delicate features, with a pair of deep blue eyes that added a touch of color and made him look more beautiful than a gorgeous woman.

On the contrary, Maverick’s eyes were dark and deep, and his facial features were extraordinarily handsome.

When he was not smiling, he would exude a cold aura.

But when he softened the look in his eyes, feigning innocence and playing the victim, he gave off the vibe of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, which made Gwendolyn want to punish him.

His face was, above all, strikingly attractive.

This time around, with his thin lips gently holding his shirt and his hands bound, he was the embodiment of desire and submission.

This gave her a strong urge to tease him relentlessly.

Gwendolyn’s words fell softly into Maverick’s ears, sounding especially pleasant and soothing.

He obediently held his hands up high and kept the shirt in his mouth without moving an inch.

Under Gwendolyn’s teasing, his face turned slightly red.

“Such a good boy.

” Gwendolyn was quite pleased with Maverick’s performance.

She picked up the glass of red wine on the table and brought it to his lips, saying, “This is your reward.

” Maverick parted his lips, and his shirt slipped off.

With Gwendolyn feeding him, he drained the glass of red wine in one gulp.

As the wine entered his throat smoothly, a sweet and intoxicating aroma filled his senses.

It was the most delicious wine in the world.

For a moment, Maverick was completely immersed in the sweet aroma of the wine.

Upon seeing the dark red wine dripping from the corner of his mouth, Gwendolyn gently wiped it away with her index finger.

The drop of wine was transferred to her fingertip.

She glanced at it, then brought her finger to Maverick’s lips.

“It’s yours.

Lick it clean.

” Maverick’s cheeks flushed.

He gently extended his tongue, carefully licking the wine off her finger and sending a tingling sensation through it.

in this extremely obsequious manner delighted

always remained aloof,

his face was cold, stern, and

treated her as if she

her lap, cautiously and attentively doing everything he could to

was much like a big dog intoxicated by affection and waiting for its

was something she could

satisfied, Gwendolyn let out

her bright expression, he began to please her with his tongue

could not help but

anger

urge within him as he wished that he was the one sitting on

hard

for me? Were all those years of affection

shirt and

while Gwendolyn’s caresses over his

she played with Maverick, she responded

to you—I did

back when I

was destined that we could

fondness for

utter a single word

“As you can see, I’m doing quite well

truly feel that you owe me something, you should stay far away from

in Charles’ eyes

around, look at him, and reveal even the

Unfortunately, she did not.

teasing Maverick with

growing increasingly restless due to Gwendolyn’s

breathing became rapid, the frequency of his

gently asked, “Do you

his brows furrowed, he unconsciously let

patient

“Okay.

place, so I’ll satisfy

signaling him to stand up,

returned the belt to

and straighten

grip

red marks moved around in Charles’ vision, he felt his eyes

his

up, Gwendolyn gently took his large, well-defined hand in

eyes were filled with warmth as

she did not glance at

Maverick left

car to head back to Bay Villa, and it was then that Gwendolyn finally withdrew her

was particularly tiring to

her eyes to rest, her face regained its

change left Maverick a

now, he had heard the most beautiful

to choose between you and him, I would

are good-looking, but

It’s not the same.

ears were still

if there was even the slightest

he could touch her sleeve, Gwendolyn frowned in

the epitome