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.

having touched her,

times, which was

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

grew heavier.

it, he didn’t want

flippant, like some rogue playboy who was too used to

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…”

slap that turned his face to the side.

force of her strike, “Curtis,

trembled, as did her entire body, quivering with

bit of respect, to be treated like a person, not some toy for you to play

turned position, silent and still for a

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seemed to have drained all

she

she had ever loved

finderstood him less

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

a laugh but not quite, his eyes hiding an unreadable

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

him, still guarded.