Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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?

while glowering at him and

surprise, Maverick folded his belt in

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

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

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

heck is

on the verge of

this one of

tightly, his eyes a

definitely not a

hardships and injuries in the

lose her or grow distant from her, for

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

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

me?” Gwendolyn pursed her red lips and looked

deathly silence, 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 us to start

was

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.

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

fill with even more tears as he felt ill at ease

his neck and asserted, “I’ll

you can be since you’re the one who’s asking for

with a

his teeth and braced himself for the pain that could come at

she saw his pitiful appearance, the woman smirked slyly and remarked, “Getting whipped while wearing a shirt isn’t much fun.

thin shirt’s buttons, removing it, and tossing

he maintained his posture without moving and waited for her to make

was in no hurry; she stood quietly behind him and admired the view

any effect on his

back muscles were naturally broad, and the lines

quite a

gently tracing each muscle on his

took her time, being exceedingly

but quiver. She’s clearly teasing me

him feel a

getting fairly overwhelmed by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened the end

high in the air, wielded it

Whoosh!

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