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, condescending, and

she saw him, his face was cold, stern, and filled with

her as if she owed

sat on her lap, cautiously and attentively doing everything he could to

dog intoxicated by affection and waiting for

a scene was something she could

satisfied, Gwendolyn let out a series

in her bright expression, he began to please her with

not help

anger as he

strong urge within him as he wished that he was the one

found it hard to accept

Were

Maverick’s shirt and brought it

down gently, while Gwendolyn’s caresses over

played with Maverick, she responded to Charles’

won’t lie to you—I did

when

was destined that we could

for you

to utter

can see, I’m

you owe me something, you should stay

Charles’ eyes as he stared

around, look at him, and reveal

Unfortunately, she did not.

too busy teasing Maverick with

growing increasingly restless due to

rapid, the

“Do you want it?” Maverick bit down on his shirt, his lips trembling

unconsciously let out a

patient and smiled

“Okay.

place, so I’ll satisfy

him to stand up, and then untied

she returned the

it on and straighten your

red marks on Maverick’s wrists from the tight grip of the belt,

moved around in

only that, his

up, Gwendolyn gently took

filled with warmth as she said, “Let’s go back

time, she did not glance at Charles on the

and Maverick left

it was then that Gwendolyn finally

particularly tiring to put

her face regained its previous coldness,

sudden change left Maverick

now, he had heard the most beautiful words from

between you and him, I would choose

good-looking, but he is

It’s not the same.

were still tinted

hand, wanting to ask if there was

her sleeve, Gwendolyn frowned in disgust and

displayed the epitome