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.

touched her, he found

a few times, which was

scent, moist and lively as it

grew heavier.

he didn’t want to let go.

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

I’ve got too. Everything he knows, I

words were cut short by a resounding slap

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

entire

a person, not some toy

position, silent and still for a long

Chapter 117.

have drained all

of person had she fallen for? Now

she had ever

finderstood him less and less.

heart’s content. There are plenty prettier than me

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

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

watched him, still guarded.