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.

but having touched her, he found himself caressing

few times,

her scent, moist and lively as it invaded his nostrils.

breathing grew

didn’t want to let

dropped, deep and unfathomable, while his tone was decidedly flippant, like some rogue playboy who

with me for a few more years? Whatever Phillip’s got, I’ve got too. Everything

by a resounding slap that turned his face to

force of her strike, “Curtis, you absolute jerk.”

voice trembled, as did her entire body, quivering

treated like a person, not some toy for you to play with

position, silent

Chapter 117.

to have drained

person had she fallen for? Now

pitiful that she had ever loved such a man.

finderstood him less and

have any kind of woman you want it one enough, find two or three, play to your heart’s content. There are plenty prettier than me and always up for a laugh, ready to keep you amused. Just let me go,” Leanne said, exhausted. I’m begging you,

almost a laugh

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

watched him,