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.

malicious words on that card, the chilling intuition at her doorstep that

was indeed him.

muster any strength. She managed

and pushed her back

energy; you’re not getting out

cast aside his facade of respectability, his smile giving off an unsettling, predatory vibe.

gentle with you, but you

tried to speak, only managing

Derek ripped off the tape

hell do you want?” Leanne demanded, her voice

and slightly parted pink

eyes.

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

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like to have sex with Curtis’ women

Pervert

nothing between us, and

her smooth cheek, Who would mess