Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 158

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.

To her surprise, Maverick folded his belt in half and placed it in her hand forcefully.

His broad back was remarkably straight, and he was dressed in nothing but a thin, white shirt as he turned around and knelt on one knee.

“I will not obey this order. You can punish me if you want to. Whip me! Whip me until your anger is subdued!” he declared.

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

What the heck is happening?

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

“Are you out of your mind? Is this one of your fetishes? Are you a freaking masochist?”

Maverick bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes a little red.

He was definitely not a masochist.

Even though he had previously experienced hardships and injuries in the army, he was still afraid of pain.

However, he didn’t want to lose her or grow distant from her, for that would make him feel even worse and more suffocated.

“I’m doing all of this for you! I’ve 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!” Cough! Cough!

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

“You like me?” Gwendolyn pursed her red lips and looked down at him in silence for a while.

Her eyes were as deep and still as 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 over? Impossible.”

Maverick’s breath was caught. “I’m sorry…”

He 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 way I’m signing that, no matter what.”

Gwendolyn frowned upon hearing that. “Have you 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 just recovered?”

She still remembers that I’ve just recovered from a fever…

The man’s obsidian-like eyes began to fill with even more tears as he felt ill at ease and aggrieved.