Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 158

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?”

infuriated? Hah. Does he really think

waited for him to make a move while glowering at him

surprise, Maverick folded his belt in half

back was remarkably straight, and he was dressed in nothing but a thin, white shirt as he

You can punish me if you want to. Whip

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

heck is

was on the verge

out of your mind? Is this one of your

his lower lip tightly, his eyes a little

definitely

hardships and injuries in

distant from her, for that would make him feel even worse

I want us to go our separate ways but because I hope you can give me a chance to start over.

much at once, and his throat was dry and scratchy. His shoulders shook as

lips and looked down at him in silence

her tone was cold and emotionless as she said, “Your confession is three years too late. I don’t need it anymore. That ship

was

give up and accept his fate as he clenched his fists firmly, closed his eyes, and sniffled. “Go ahead and whip me,

“Have you lost your mind due to the fever? How many hits can your frail body actually take

remembers that I’ve just

more tears as

craned his neck and asserted, “I’ll endure

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

belt, and with a sudden jerk, it snapped straight, making a crisp

as he clenched his teeth and braced himself for the pain that

shirt isn’t much fun.

and got to work immediately, deftly undoing the thin shirt’s buttons, removing it, and tossing

maintained his posture without moving and waited for her to make

was in no hurry; she stood quietly behind him

with a special drug, it didn’t have any effect on his physique. In fact, it

were naturally broad, and the

quite a feast for the

gently tracing each muscle on his back with the folded tip

her time, being exceedingly

help but quiver. She’s clearly teasing

made him feel a bit parched and unbearably

the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end of the belt

high in the air, wielded it like a whip, and swung

Whoosh!

of wind whistled as

and his whole body

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