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?”

me because he’s infuriated? Hah. Does he really think he’s strong enough to defeat

make a move while glowering at him and discreetly gritting

Maverick folded his belt in half

nothing but a thin, white

You can punish me if you want

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

the heck is

verge

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

tightly, his eyes

was definitely not a

experienced hardships and injuries

lose her or grow distant from her, for

to go our separate ways but because I hope you can give

spoken too much at once, and his throat was dry and

pursed her red lips and looked down at

confession

was caught. “I’m

and accept his fate as he clenched his fists firmly, closed his eyes, and sniffled. “Go

to the fever? How many hits can

remembers that I’ve just recovered from a

man’s obsidian-like eyes began to fill with even more tears as he felt ill at

and asserted, “I’ll endure

since you’re the

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

braced himself

remarked, “Getting whipped while wearing a shirt isn’t much fun. You’ll have to buy a new one if

removing it, and tossing it onto the coffee table in an

his posture without moving and waited

no hurry; she stood quietly behind

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

naturally broad, and the lines and

quite a feast for

take in the view before gently tracing each muscle on his

took her time, being exceedingly

help but quiver.

feel a bit parched

the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end of the belt and gripped the

lifted it high in the air, wielded it like

Whoosh!

of wind whistled as the belt

and his whole body

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