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.

the heck is happening? Her pent-up rage, which was on

mind? Is this one of your fetishes? Are you a freaking masochist?” Maverick bit his

was definitely not

though he had previously experienced hardships and injuries in the army, he was still afraid of

or grow distant from her, for that

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

Cough! Cough! Maverick had spoken too much at once, and his throat was

shoulders shook as he coughed, but his back

red lips and looked down at him

deathly silence, and her tone was cold and emotionless as she said,

don’t need

That ship has sailed.

want us to start

Maverick’s breath was

to give up and accept his fate as he clenched his

ahead and whip me,

no way I’m signing

frowned upon

you’ve only just recovered?” She still remembers that I’ve just recovered from a fever… The man’s obsidian-like eyes began to fill with even more tears as he felt ill at ease and

craned his neck and asserted, “I’ll endure it until

” Hah.

stubborn you can be since you’re the one who’s asking for a

ends of the folded belt, and with a sudden jerk, it

and braced himself for the pain that

she saw his pitiful appearance, the woman

buy a new

got to work immediately, deftly undoing

moving and waited for

no hurry; she stood quietly behind him and

a special drug, it didn’t have

two shades lighter, making him even

broad, and the

was quite a feast for

gently tracing each muscle on his back

took her time, being exceedingly

help but

actions made him feel a bit parched and

was getting fairly overwhelmed by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened

the air, wielded it

wind whistled as the

his eyes tightly, and his whole body shuddered

However, it didn’t hurt.

the marble

I thought he

if he’s a masochist, I’m not an unreasonable

“Put on your clothes.

won’t sign

until you’re willing

head and was about