Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 132

But the assailant was too strong, effortlessly dragging her up the stairs, a cloth soaked with ether clamped firmly over her mouth and nose.

The high concentration of ether swiftly sapped Leanne’s strength, her consciousness blurring into obscurity.

She drifted in and out of awareness, sometimes catching the distinct scent of a car’s interior, at other times feeling herself being guided, unsure of the destination.

She tried to scream for help, but no sound emerged, and she slipped back into confusion.

When she came to, she found herself sprawled on a couch.

Her wrists and ankles were zip-tied, and duct tape sealed her lips.

The anesthetic’s effects hadn’t fully worn off, and she felt groggy, her body weak, struggling to sit up.

Through her hazy vision, she saw a man’s robust figure seated across from her.

“You’re coming around quickly,” the man spoke.

That voice… It was Derek.

on that card, the chilling intuition at her doorstep

was indeed

behind her back, it was difficult for Leanne to muster any strength. She managed to prop herself

and pushed her back down.

getting out of this room.”

of respectability, his smile giving off an unsettling, predatory

gentle with you, but

speak, only

talk?” Derek ripped off the tape

the hell do you want?” Leanne demanded,

and slightly parted pink lips,

eyes.

ever tell you not to stare at a man like that?

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to have sex

Pervert

nothing between us, and we’re

her smooth