Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 50

“Curtin, what the hell are you doing?”

Curtis hoisted her up and carried her into the bedroom, dumping her onto the bed. Leanne bounced a few times on the mattress, her whole body jolting from the force of the landing.

Standing by the bed, Curtis roughly yanked off his necktie and tossed it aside, then he unstrapped his watch and casually placed it on the dresser.

“What am I doing?” He smirked with a cold sneer, tugging at his lower lip. “How can I focus on arguing with you when I’ve got lust in my head that needs satisfied?”

“You’re sick!”

Leanne rolled over, trying to crawl away, but Curtis’ large hand clasped around her ankle. He was far too strong and she was dragged back effortlessly.

Her hands flailed, grabbing a pillow and hurling it straight at his head.

She threw it with all her might, and Curtis staggered from the impact, though his grip on her ankle didn’t loosen by an inch.

He let out a chuckle, “Wow, you really don’t hold back, do you?”

If that had been a rock, she might have cracked his skull open.

With an easy motion, Curtis snatched the pillow from her grasp and tossed it far away.

“Let go of me!”

duties? I got a

scent, a potent mix of masculinity, enveloping her as he pinned her down with one hand around her delicate neck to

go through with it.

that, Curtis, who had been fuming, nearly burst into

couldn’t even cuss someone

he suppressed his laughter before looking back at her, his anger ingly, he said,

was speechless.

What a jerk!

she said, ‘Get off

thumb teasingly stroking the sensiti

haven’t finished

are you off

shifted. Earlier, he was genuinely angry, but

finally managed to shove him aside, because Curtis didn’t

one elbow by the headboard, watching Leanne’s silhouette as she scurried

bathroom.

entered the bathroom, her hand reaching

got off the bed, leisurely straightening the collar of his shirt

the scuffle.