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

Chapter 117

With her hands tightly clenched, Leanne’s face flushed and set her cheeks ablaze, not from embarrassment, but from a potent mix of rage and humiliation.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked.

What did he mean? Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, letting the inner truths slip out.

Her reaction was as if she had been dealt a terrible insult, a tiny needle pricking at Curtis’

nerves.

Frustration and anger battered Curtis’ ego like a chaotic drumbeat, and he was simultaneously lucid and muddled as a smug smile curled at the corner of his lips.

“What else could I mean?”

He took strides toward Leanne, each lax step heavy with an air of aggression.

He cornered her, leaving no escape.

“What are you doing?” She tried to sidle past him, but Curtis pulled her back, pinning her against the cabinet.

The piece of cloth she was holding barely covered her, leaving her exposed, and Curtis’ fingertips brushed her back.

touched her, he found himself caressing her

silky skin a few times, which was

her scent, moist and lively

breathing grew heavier.

it, he didn’t want to let

gaze dropped, deep and unfathomable, while his tone was decidedly flippant, like some rogue playboy who was too used to getting his

I’ve got too. Everything he knows, I know. I can give you anything you

slap that

palm tingled with the force of her strike, “Curtis, you absolute jerk.”

entire body, quivering with indignation and sorrow.

of respect, to be treated like a person, not some toy for you to play with until

in that turned position, silent and still for

Chapter 117.

have drained all of

she fallen

had ever loved such a

him less and less.

your heart’s content. There are plenty prettier than

Curtis chuckled softly, a sound that was almost a laugh but

regaining the poise of a gentleman, and offered a nonchalant apology, “Sorry, I’ve had too much to drink. Forget

watched him, still