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,

a few times, which was slightly damp.

her scent, moist and lively as it

breathing grew

it, he didn’t want to let go.

was decidedly flippant, like some rogue

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

resounding slap that turned his

tingled with the force of her

her entire body, quivering with

respect, to be treated like a person, not some toy

in that turned position, silent and still for

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to have drained all

she fallen for?

was pitiful that she had ever loved

less

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

Curtis chuckled softly, a sound that was almost a laugh but

nonchalant apology, “Sorry, I’ve had

watched him, still