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,

few times,

was thick with her scent, moist and lively as it invaded

grew heavier.

it, he didn’t want to let go.

his tone was decidedly flippant, like some rogue playboy

years? Whatever Phillip’s got, I’ve got too. Everything he knows, I know. I can give you anything you

slap that turned his face to the

of her strike,

entire

to be treated like a person, not some toy for

silent and still for

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slap seemed to have

person had she fallen for? Now sh

she had ever

finderstood him less

to your heart’s content. There are plenty prettier than me and

a laugh but not quite, his

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

him, still guarded.