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.

after a long day at work. It was nothing out of the ordinary except that Curtis felt the urge to break the hands of

her.

of Leanne that wasn’t beautiful. Even the shape of her ankles was exquisitely delicate.

sliding from the back to the front of her foot, the sensitive area causing her toes to curl like bashful

avoiding traditional pressure points and focusing

she tried to kick him off. “What are you doing? Let

she couldn’t escape.

matter? Don’t

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pursed lips. “Does it feel better when I do it, or someone else does?”

gone for a professional massage, she knew it wasn’t how

screamed from pain during her session when the masseuse touched a spot to reflect kidney health. Ever so competitive, Joy had contorted

haven’t let anyone else do this,” Leanne attempted to crawl away, her voice coming out all nasally,

silky calves, capturing her legs and spreading them apart as he kneeled between them, trapping her

of the emotional turmoil inside. “No massage, then? What were you doing at the

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

back

A back rub?

didn’t do much to improve