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.

first, it was unintentional, but having touched her, he found

times, which was

thick with her scent, moist and

breathing grew heavier.

didn’t want to

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

years? Whatever Phillip’s got, I’ve got too. Everything he knows, I know. I can

slap that turned his

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

voice trembled, as did her entire body, quivering with indignation and

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

turned position, silent and still for a

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seemed to have

she fallen for? Now sh

that she had ever

less and less.

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 you,

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

a nonchalant apology,

watched him,