Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 136

Derek spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and lunged at Curtis with a fury that seemed to urge from the depths of hell. The two men quickly became entangled in a vicious brawl.

Derek was no pushover. Even though Curtis, in his blind rage, had the upper hand, Derek fought dirty. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey from a nearby table and smashed it against. Curtis’ back.

The heavy lead-free glass shattered on Curtis’ shoulder, drenching him with the amber liquid in an instant.

Curtis didn’t even try to dodge. Seizing the moment, he landed a solid kick to Derek’s gut, sending him crashing backward over a round table. His spine hit the table edge hard, twisting his face into an expression of pure agony.

Before Derek could scramble to his feet, Curtis was on him, grabbing his right hand, the one that had dared to touch Leanne, and twisted it backward with a savage jerk.

Derek’s scream was a piercing one. Curtis, with an iron grip on his collar, dragged him in front of the glass coffee table in the center of the booth, then grabbed his head.

“You should count your lucky stars I came in when I did.”

Before Derek could decipher the meaning behind those words, Curtis had already slammed his head onto the coffee table.

The whole piece of tempered glass vibrated with a deep thrum.

Derek’s head was ringing, and a crimson stream flowed down his forehead.

It was or

only now that he realized Curtis had left no room for mercy in his strikes.

He genuinely wanted to end Derek’s life.

Derek flailed with his left hand, grasping at Curtis’ arm in a vain attempt to push him away. But the muscles in Curtis’ arm were as unyielding as iron, immovable. He yanked Derek’s head back by the hair and smashed it down again.

trickled from the corner of Derek’s mouth as his hands fell limply

and with the impassive detachment of someone handling a dead fish, he smashed Derek’s head into the coffee table for the third time.

tempered glass

amidst the broken glass, his vision blurred with

consciousness, he finally

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come in when he did nothing. Derek hadn’t had a chance. to act, but it was also the reason he was still alive.

have left him

and his nape cut by the broken glass, blood soaking

tablecloth from a nearby

cloth onto Derek’s

the brutality of the fight, only hearing the muffled sounds of fists hitting flesh and the violent crashes, followed by the loud noise

he enveloped

his forehead pressed against hers, his voice a low growl as if restraining something, “Leanne, it’s

her clothes ripped, crying out his name in despair, Curtis felt a breath-stealing pain in

he hadn’t walked away but had instead kicked

hadn’t come in or

breath shook almost imperceptibly as he calmed himself, then stood. “I’m taking you home.”

up

and said,

tense and anxious crowd had gathered,

uncertain looks, the door swung open. Curtis emerged, carrying Leanne

her, covering most of her body securely, hiding