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.

the chilling

indeed him.

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

rose and pushed her back down.

you’re not getting out of

respectability, his smile giving off

gentle with you, but you just had to

tried to speak, only

to talk?” Derek ripped off the tape

the hell do you want?” Leanne demanded, her voice barely strong.

and slightly parted

eyes.

you not to stare at a man like that?

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have

Pervert

nothing between us, and we’re

Derek caressed her smooth cheek, Who would mess with