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

Chapter 349

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Leanne gazed at him, dazed and confused, not understanding his intentions, until Curtis’ large hand enveloped her foot, his warm palm pressing against her sole. Instinctively, she

recoiled.

Curtis tightened his grip, holding her firmly as he lifted his eyes to meet hers. “What are you afraid of?”

“It tickles a bit,” Leanne admitted.

The corner of Curtis’ mouth twitched upward in a subtle smile, and his tone was lazy yet laced with an emotion hard to decipher. “Oh? Others don’t make it tickle, but I do?”

His wrists were lean, the veins beneath his skin accentuating the rugged power of his masculinity, contrasting sharply with her delicate feet.

Leanne felt uncomfortable, her mind overpowered by his presence, managing only a feeble/protest, “No one else has touched them.

“Is that so?”

Curtis’ voice was light, almost breezy, but beneath that feigned tranquility was a stormy darkness more violent than a surfy sea.

From a young age, Curtis harbored a fierce protective instinct toward Leanne, his sister in name only. No one else could touch her. For what he once did not understand, he then knew it was not just protectiveness but a possessive desire.

was nothing out of the ordinary except that

her.

part of Leanne that wasn’t beautiful. Even the

to the front of her foot, the sensitive area causing her toes to

traditional pressure points and focusing instead on the spots that elicited the most intense reactions from

squirmed under the ticklish sensation, her struggles growing as she tried to kick him off. “What are you doing? Let go…”

couldn’t

the matter? Don’t you like massages?”

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tightly pursed lips. “Does it feel better when

never really gone for a professional massage, she knew it wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

pain during her session when the masseuse touched a spot to reflect kidney health. Ever so competitive,

do this,” Leanne attempted to crawl away, her voice coming out all nasally, making her sound pretty pathetic. “$top

back, his hands smoothly gliding up her silky calves, capturing her legs and spreading them apart as

turmoil inside. “No massage, then? What

Leanne felt like prey with no escape, wisely attempting to explain, “I didn’t stay long at the spa. I only had a quick back rub before I

called back to work.”

A back rub?

didn’t do much to improve Curtis’ mood.