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 intuition at

indeed

for Leanne to muster any strength.

and pushed her back

not getting

aside his facade of respectability, his

be gentle with you, but

speak, only managing a muffled

Derek ripped off

want?” Leanne

intently at her flushed face and slightly parted pink lips, a

eyes.

stare at a man like that? I don’t want much, just to see

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like to have sex with Curtis’ women

Pervert

between us, and we’re divorced

her smooth cheek, Who