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 an exasperated

you out of your mind? Is this one of your fetishes? Are you

definitely not a

had previously experienced hardships and injuries in the

didn’t want to lose her or grow distant from her, for that would make him feel even worse and

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

a lot!” Cough! Cough! Maverick had spoken

shook as he coughed, but his

me?” Gwendolyn pursed her red lips and looked

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

don’t need it

That ship has sailed.

want us to start

Maverick’s breath

up and accept his fate

and

I’m signing that, no

frowned upon

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 began to fill

craned his neck and asserted, “I’ll endure it until you’re no longer

” Hah.

be since you’re the one who’s

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

teeth and braced himself for the pain that could come at

him when she saw his pitiful appearance, the woman smirked slyly

buy a new one

intense with a layer of fabric in between, right?” He swallowed hard and got to work immediately, deftly undoing the thin shirt’s buttons, removing it, and

without moving

stood quietly behind him and

been injected with a special drug,

two shades lighter, making him even

back muscles were naturally broad, and the lines and contours were

taking a glance was quite a feast

to take in the view before gently tracing each muscle on

her time,

help but

made him feel

by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end of the belt

air, wielded it like a whip, and swung it with

whistled

eyes tightly, and

However, it didn’t hurt.

whipped the marble

thought

if he’s a masochist, I’m not

“Put on your clothes.

you won’t sign it, stay

you’re willing to

turned her head and was about to leave after