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.

first, it was unintentional, but having touched her, he found himself caressing

a few times, which

with her scent, moist and lively as it invaded

breathing grew heavier.

didn’t want to

tone was decidedly flippant, like some rogue playboy who was too used to getting his

more years? Whatever Phillip’s got, I’ve got too. Everything

words were cut short by a resounding slap that turned his face to the side.

with the force of her strike, “Curtis, you

did her entire body, quivering with

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

in that turned position, silent and still for a long

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to have drained all

kind of person had she

had

finderstood him less and

heart’s content. There are plenty prettier than me and always up for a laugh, ready to keep you amused. Just

a sound that was almost a laugh but not quite, his eyes hiding an unreadable emotion.

gentleman, and offered a nonchalant apology, “Sorry, I’ve had too much to

watched him,