Wooing My Ex-Wife

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.

Gwendolyn stood still.

“What are you doing?” Is he going to hit me because he’s infuriated? Hah.

Does he really think he’s strong enough to defeat me now? She waited for him to make a move while glowering at him and discreetly gritting her teeth.

To her surprise, Maverick folded his belt in half and placed it in her hand forcefully.

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

“I will not obey this order.

You can punish me if you want to.

Whip me! Whip me until your anger is subdued!” he declared.

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

on the verge of erupting, suddenly turned into an exasperated

your fetishes? Are you a freaking masochist?” Maverick bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes a little

definitely not

though he had previously experienced hardships and injuries in the army,

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

extremely hard to pay back the debt I owe you, not because I want us to

lot!” Cough! Cough! Maverick had spoken too much

he coughed, but his back

me?” Gwendolyn pursed her red lips and looked down

tone was cold and emotionless as she said, “Your confession is

need

That ship has sailed.

want us to

Maverick’s breath

to give up and accept his fate as

ahead and

way I’m signing that, no matter

Gwendolyn frowned upon

to strike you hard, especially when you’ve only just recovered?” She still remembers that I’ve

his neck and asserted, “I’ll

” Hah.

how stubborn you can be since you’re the one

of the folded belt, and with

he clenched his teeth and braced himself for the

his pitiful appearance, the woman smirked slyly and remarked, “Getting whipped while wearing

buy a new one if it’s

work immediately, deftly undoing the thin shirt’s buttons, removing it,

without moving and waited for

hurry; she stood quietly behind him and admired the

special drug, it didn’t have any

two shades lighter, making him even more

were naturally broad,

a glance was quite

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

took her time,

help but

me intentionally! Her actions made him feel a bit parched and

overwhelmed by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end of the belt and

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

wind whistled as the belt

and his whole body

However, it didn’t hurt.

whipped the marble

away and scoffed, “Coward!” I thought he was tough, but he

a masochist, I’m not

“Put on your clothes.

you won’t sign

you’re

She turned her head and was about