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.

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

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

definitely not a

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

her, for that would make him

not because I want us to go our separate ways

spoken too much

coughed, but his

Gwendolyn pursed her red lips and looked down at him in silence for a

eyes were as deep and still as deathly silence, and her tone was cold and

don’t need it

That ship has sailed.

us to start

Maverick’s breath

his fate as he clenched his fists firmly, closed his eyes, and

ahead and whip

no way I’m signing that,

Gwendolyn frowned

to the fever? How many hits can your frail body actually take if I were to strike you hard, especially when you’ve only just

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

” Hah.

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

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

budge as he clenched his teeth and braced himself for the pain that could come at any

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

have to buy a new

a layer of fabric in between, right?” He swallowed hard and got to work immediately,

he maintained his posture without moving and waited for her to make

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

been injected with a special drug, it didn’t

skin two shades lighter, making him even

were naturally broad,

quite

before gently tracing each muscle on his

took her time,

couldn’t help but

intentionally! Her actions made

the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the

lifted it high in the air, wielded it like

of wind whistled as the belt

tightly, and his whole body shuddered almost

However, it didn’t hurt.

the marble

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

masochist,

“Put on your clothes.

sign it,

you’re willing

was about to leave