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.

was unintentional, but having touched

silky skin a few times,

air was thick with her scent, moist and lively as

grew heavier.

he didn’t want to let go.

like some rogue playboy who was too used to

few more years? Whatever Phillip’s got, I’ve

a resounding slap that turned

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

trembled, as did her entire body, quivering with

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 a long time.

Chapter 117.

slap seemed to have drained all of

she fallen for? Now

pitiful that she had ever loved such a man.

finderstood him less

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

softly, a sound that was almost a laugh but not

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

watched him,