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.

happening? Her pent-up rage, which was on the verge of erupting, suddenly turned into

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

was definitely not

he had previously experienced hardships and injuries in the army,

from her, for that

debt I owe you, not because I want us to go our separate ways but because I hope you can give me

you a lot!” Cough! Cough! Maverick had spoken too much at once,

coughed, but his back was

lips and

her tone was cold and emotionless as she said, “Your confession is three years too

need it

That ship has sailed.

to start over?

Maverick’s breath

He decided to give up and accept his fate as he

and whip me,

way I’m signing

frowned upon

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

“I’ll endure it until you’re no longer

” Hah.

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

with a sudden jerk, it

braced himself for the

teasing him when she saw his pitiful appearance, the woman smirked slyly and remarked, “Getting

buy a new

in between, right?” He swallowed hard and got to work immediately, deftly undoing the thin shirt’s buttons, removing it, and tossing

posture without moving

hurry; she stood quietly behind him and

injected with a special drug, it didn’t have any

made his skin two shades lighter, making him even more

naturally broad, and the lines and contours were

was quite a

gently tracing each muscle on his

time, being

couldn’t help

actions made him feel a bit parched

Gwendolyn loosened the end of the belt and gripped the metal

high in the air, wielded it like a whip,

of wind whistled as

his eyes tightly, and his

However, it didn’t hurt.

the marble floor

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

if he’s a masochist, I’m

“Put on your clothes.

sign

until you’re willing to

and was about to leave after saying that