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 that

indeed him.

for Leanne to muster any strength. She managed to prop herself up on the couch, staggering in an attempt to

pushed

you’re not getting out

facade of respectability, his smile giving off an

to be gentle with you, but you

tried to speak, only managing a

off the tape from her mouth.

do you want?” Leanne demanded,

her flushed face and slightly

eyes.

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

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have sex with Curtis’ women

Pervert

nothing between us,

Derek caressed her smooth