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.

his belt in half

he was dressed in nothing but a thin, white shirt

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

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

the heck is

pent-up rage, which was on the verge of

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

bit his lower lip tightly,

definitely

previously experienced hardships and injuries in the army, he was still afraid

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

I owe you, not because I want us to go our separate ways but because I

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

red lips and looked down

and emotionless as she said, “Your confession is three years too late.

breath was caught. “I’m

closed his eyes, and sniffled. “Go ahead and

many hits can your frail body actually take if I were to

remembers that I’ve just recovered from

more tears as he felt ill at

craned his neck and asserted, “I’ll endure it until you’re no

stubborn you can be since

of the folded belt, and with a

budge as he clenched his teeth and braced

while wearing a shirt isn’t much fun. You’ll have to buy a new one if it’s torn. Besides, the pain is

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

he maintained his posture without moving and waited for her to

behind him and admired the view for some

have any effect on his physique. In fact, it

broad, and the lines

glance was quite a feast

took a moment to take in the view before gently tracing

took her time, being

help but quiver. She’s clearly teasing me

a

fairly overwhelmed by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end of the belt and gripped the

wielded it like a whip, and swung it with all her

Whoosh!

wind whistled as the belt approached

shut his eyes tightly, and his whole body shuddered

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