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.

rage, which was on the verge of erupting, suddenly turned

of your fetishes? Are you a freaking masochist?”

definitely not

hardships and injuries in the army, he was still

her or grow distant from her,

all of this for you! 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

Cough! Maverick had spoken too much at once,

shook as he coughed, but his back

her red lips and

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

don’t need

That ship has sailed.

us to

breath was

to give up and accept his fate

ahead and whip

signing

frowned upon

How many hits can your frail body actually take if I were to strike you hard, especially when you’ve only just recovered?” She still remembers that I’ve just recovered from a fever… The man’s obsidian-like eyes

his neck and asserted, “I’ll

” Hah.

how stubborn you can be since you’re the

folded belt, and with a

didn’t budge as he clenched his teeth and braced himself for the pain that could come at any

the woman smirked slyly and remarked, “Getting whipped while wearing a shirt isn’t

to buy a new

to work immediately, deftly undoing the

that, he maintained his posture without moving and

was in no hurry; she stood quietly behind him and admired the view for some

a special drug, it

fact, it made his skin two shades lighter, making him even more

naturally broad, and

quite a feast for the

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

took her time, being exceedingly

help

Her actions made him

Gwendolyn loosened the end of the belt

it like a whip, and swung it with all

whistled as

eyes tightly, and his whole body shuddered almost

However, it didn’t hurt.

the

and scoffed, “Coward!” I thought

masochist, I’m not an

“Put on your clothes.

sign

you’re

and was about to leave after