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.

with anger, “Let go of

got

a potent mix of masculinity, enveloping her as he pinned her down with one hand

was furious and helpless, struggling against him, fearing he might go through with it. In a burst of

Curtis, who had been fuming, nearly burst into laughter

couldn’t even cuss someone out

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

was speechless.

What a jerk!

said, ‘Get off

around her neck changed pressure, his thumb

finished your

Where are you off to?”

genuinely angry, but now he

against him, she finally managed to shove him aside,

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

bathroom.

hand reaching

the collar of his shirt that had been ruffled

the scuffle.