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

indeed him.

any strength. She managed to

rose and pushed her back

not getting

finally cast aside his facade of respectability, his smile giving

wanted to be gentle with you, but you just had

tried to speak, only managing a

talk?” Derek ripped off the tape

Leanne demanded,

flushed face and slightly parted

eyes.

Curtis ever tell you not to stare at a man like

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like to have sex

Pervert

between us, and we’re divorced

dare touch you if you weren’t Derek caressed her smooth cheek, Who would mess