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?”

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

him to make a move while glowering at him and

belt in

remarkably straight, and he was dressed in nothing but a thin, white shirt as he turned around and knelt on

obey this order. You can punish me if you want to. Whip me! Whip me until your anger

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

the heck

pent-up rage, which was on the verge of erupting, suddenly turned into an exasperated

out of your mind? Is this one of your fetishes? Are

lip tightly, his eyes a

was definitely not

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

distant from her, for that would make him

been working extremely hard to pay back the debt I owe you, not because I want us to go our separate ways but because I hope you can give me a chance to start over. I genuinely like you a lot!”

spoken too much at once, and his throat was dry and scratchy. His shoulders shook as he coughed, but his

pursed her red lips and looked down at

said, “Your confession is three years too late. I don’t

breath was caught.

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

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

that I’ve just recovered from a

began to fill with even more tears as

“I’ll endure

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

folded belt, and with

as he clenched his teeth and braced himself for

slyly and remarked, “Getting whipped while wearing a shirt isn’t much fun. You’ll have to buy a new one if it’s torn. Besides, the pain is less intense

buttons, removing it, and

maintained his posture without moving and waited for

quietly behind him and

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

were naturally broad, and the lines and contours were

glance was quite

before gently tracing each

her time,

help but quiver. She’s clearly

actions made him feel a bit parched

teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end of the belt

in the air, wielded it like a whip, and swung it with all her

Whoosh!

whistled as the

his eyes tightly, and

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