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?”

Hah. Does he really think he’s

him to make a move while glowering at

her surprise, Maverick folded his belt in half and placed it in her

was dressed in nothing but a thin,

punish me if you want to. Whip

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

heck is

verge of

Is this one of your fetishes? Are

tightly, his eyes a little

was definitely not

though he had previously experienced hardships and injuries

want to lose her or grow distant from her, for that would make him feel even worse and

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

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

lips and looked

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

breath was caught. “I’m

decided to give up and accept his fate as he clenched his fists firmly, closed his eyes, and sniffled. “Go ahead and whip me, then. There’s

that. “Have you lost your mind due to the fever? How many hits can your

I’ve just recovered from a

with even more tears as he

asserted, “I’ll endure

be since you’re

the folded belt, and with a sudden jerk, it snapped straight,

clenched his teeth and braced himself for

much fun. You’ll have to buy a new one if it’s torn. Besides, the pain is less intense with a layer of fabric in between,

undoing the thin shirt’s buttons, removing it, and tossing it onto the coffee table

moving and waited for

in no hurry; she stood quietly behind him and admired

had been injected with a special drug, it didn’t have any effect on his physique. In fact, it made his skin two shades lighter,

broad, and the lines and

quite a

gently tracing each muscle on his back with the folded

took her time, being

quiver.

made him feel a

the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end of the

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

Whoosh!

whistled as the belt

and his whole body shuddered almost

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