The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

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?”

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.

belt in half and

was dressed in nothing but a thin,

You can punish me if you want to. Whip me!

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

heck

on the verge of erupting, suddenly turned into

mind? Is this one of your fetishes? Are

tightly, his eyes

was definitely not a

hardships and injuries in the army,

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

because I want us to go our separate ways but because I

and scratchy. His

red lips and looked down at him in

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

breath was

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

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

remembers that I’ve just recovered from

began to fill with even more tears as he felt ill

craned his neck and asserted, “I’ll endure

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

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

braced himself for the pain that could come at

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 with a layer

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

he maintained his posture without moving and waited

hurry; she stood quietly behind

have any effect on his physique. In fact,

broad, and

a glance was quite a feast for

a moment to take in the view before gently tracing each muscle on his back with the folded tip

time, being exceedingly

but quiver.

a

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

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

Whoosh!

of wind whistled as

eyes tightly, and

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