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.

unintentional, but having touched her, he found himself caressing her

silky skin a few times,

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

grew

it, he didn’t want to let go.

and unfathomable, while his tone was decidedly flippant, like some rogue playboy who was too used

don’t you stick with me for a few more years? Whatever Phillip’s got, I’ve got too. Everything he knows, I know. I can give you anything you want…”

by a resounding slap that turned

entire palm tingled with the force of her strike, “Curtis,

entire

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

turned position, silent and still

Chapter 117.

to have drained all of Leanne’s

had she fallen for?

she had ever loved such

him less and less.

enough, find two or three, play to your heart’s content. There are plenty prettier than me and

a moment, Curtis chuckled softly, a sound that was almost a laugh but not

offered a nonchalant apology, “Sorry, I’ve had too much to drink. Forget

watched him,