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?

move while glowering at him and discreetly gritting her

surprise, Maverick folded his belt in

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

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

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

the heck

on the verge of erupting, suddenly turned into an exasperated

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

lip tightly,

was definitely

injuries in

want to lose her or grow distant from her, for that would make him

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

dry and scratchy. His shoulders shook

Gwendolyn pursed her red lips and looked down at him in silence for a

deep and still as deathly silence, and her tone was cold and emotionless as she said, “Your confession is

breath 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. There’s no

How many hits can your frail body actually take

still remembers that I’ve just

with even more tears as he felt ill

his neck and asserted, “I’ll endure it

since you’re the one

gripped both ends of the folded belt, and with a sudden jerk, it snapped straight,

as he clenched his teeth and braced himself for the pain that could come

“Getting whipped while wearing a shirt isn’t much fun.

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

maintained his posture without moving

she stood quietly behind him and admired

any effect on his physique.

broad, and the lines and contours

taking a glance was quite a feast

before gently tracing each muscle on his back with the folded tip of

time,

but quiver. She’s clearly

a

as he was getting fairly overwhelmed by the teasing, Gwendolyn loosened

it like a whip, and swung it with all her

Whoosh!

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