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.

Her pent-up rage, which was on the verge of erupting,

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

definitely not a

hardships and injuries in the

didn’t want to lose her or grow distant from her, for that

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

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

shoulders shook as he coughed, but his back was still

Gwendolyn pursed her red lips and looked

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

don’t need

That ship has sailed.

to start

Maverick’s breath

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

and

signing

Gwendolyn frowned

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

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

” Hah.

can be since you’re the one who’s

and with a sudden jerk, it snapped straight, making

clenched his teeth and braced himself for the pain that

pitiful appearance, the woman smirked slyly

have to buy a new one

less 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 tossing it onto the

his posture without moving and waited for her to make

quietly behind him

a special drug, it didn’t have any

it made his skin two shades lighter, making

broad, and the lines

a glance was quite a

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

took her time, being exceedingly

couldn’t help

intentionally! Her actions made him

getting fairly overwhelmed by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end of the

it like

wind whistled as

and his

However, it didn’t hurt.

had whipped the

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

if he’s a masochist, I’m

“Put on your clothes.

you won’t sign it, stay here,

you’re willing

She turned her head and was about