Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 

Derek had his fair share of conquests but Leannewas the one who really made him work. 

for it. 

It was all because she insisted on going camping with Curtis that day, her moans so alluring, the sweet, desperate whimper of her voice as she tried to hold back, yet couldn’t resist. Every time he remembered, it sent a tingle down his spine. 

Maybe if she had been a bit more brazen, he might have lost interest. Or, perhaps if she hadn’t been Curtis’ girl, he wouldn’t have been so obsessed with having her for a little fun. Derek dared to assault her as he felt untouchable. Leanne was the perfect target, sheltered and thus inexperienced, well-educated with a strong sense of pride, and a respectable job that made her care deeply about her image. 

Would she dare go to the police, risking her future and reputation? 

Would she have the face to seek help from her ex-husband Curtis, a man who had left her 

or another woman? 

With photos and videos in his possession, it would be like a chain around her neck. With a little sweet talk, she might even come to him willingly. 

What he didn’t count on was Curtis showing up. 

Derek had bided his time until Curtis was officially divorced, too cowardly to cross him 

otherwise. 

When Curtis entered, Derek panicked a little, but seeing Curtis’ dark, menacing expression, he also felt a surge of satisfaction. 

So, Mr. High-and-Mighty Curtis could lose control over a woman. 

Curtis saw Leanne tied up, her eyes brimming with tears, and his rage turned violently. murderous. His neck veins bulged as he strode forward, flipping Derek off her. 

“You’re asking for it, you son of a bitch.” 

His punch landed squarely on Derek’s face, sending him crashing to the floor. Before he could get up, a kick to the chest sent him flying. 

Curtis went over to help Leanne up, his fingers wiping the tears from her cheeks. 

His palm was wet with her tears. Her lips, white from biting, he touched gently, comforting her to release her bite. 

From a nearby fruit bowl, he took a knife and carefully cut through the ties on her wrists. and ankles. 

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The skin was red and broken, tiny beads of blood evident from her struggle. 

Curtis felt a choke of anger, his eyes reddened by the fury. 

Leanne felt like she was rescued from a rope dangling over a cliff, utterly drained of strength. 

Curtis’ warmth was incredibly comforting in the aftermath, her attempt to speak turning into uncontrollable sobs. 

Curtis wanted to hold her, to reassure her, but there was still an unresolved issue in the 

room. 

After cutting the ties, Leanne’s hands clenched like rocks, trying to hold back the brink of collapse. 

Curtis removed his suit jacket and wrapped it around her, then took off his custom wristwatch and pried open her clenched hand to place it inside. 

“Hang on to this,” his voice was hoarse but controlled, trying to sound calm and relaxed, “This watch is one of a kind. If you break it, you owe me.” 

Leanne’s white-knuckled grip eased. 

Curtis stood, pulling the jacket over her head to shield her view. 

“Good girl. Don’t look,” he whispered above her head.