Chapter 117

Chapter 117

With her hands tightly clenched, Leanne’s face flushed and set her cheeks ablaze, not from embarrassment, but from a potent mix of rage and humiliation.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked.

What did he mean? Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, letting the inner truths slip out.

Her reaction was as if she had been dealt a terrible insult, a tiny needle pricking at Curtis’

nerves.

Frustration and anger battered Curtis’ ego like a chaotic drumbeat, and he was simultaneously lucid and muddled as a smug smile curled at the corner of his lips.

“What else could I mean?”

He took strides toward Leanne, each lax step heavy with an air of aggression.

He cornered her, leaving no escape.

“What are you doing?” She tried to sidle past him, but Curtis pulled her back, pinning her against the cabinet.

The piece of cloth she was holding barely covered her, leaving her exposed, and Curtis’ fingertips brushed her back.

At first, it was unintentional, but having touched her, he found himself caressing her

mooth, silky skin a few times, which was slightly damp.

The air was thick with her scent, moist and lively as it invaded his nostrils.

Curtis’ breathing grew heavier.

Damn it, he didn’t want to let go.

His gaze dropped, deep and unfathomable, while his tone was decidedly flippant, like some rogue playboy who was too used to getting his way.

“Leanne, why don’t you stick with me for a few more years? Whatever Phillip’s got, I’ve got too. Everything he knows, I know. I can give you anything you want…”

His words were cut short by a resounding slap that turned his face to the side.

Leanne’s entire palm tingled with the force of her strike, “Curtis, you absolute jerk.”

Her voice trembled, as did her entire body, quivering with indignation and sorrow.

“All I want is a bit of respect, to be treated like a person, not some toy for you to play with until you get bored.”

Curtis remained in that turned position, silent and still for a long time.

Chapter 117.

That slap seemed to have drained all of Leanne’s

What kind of person had she fallen for? Now sh

It was pitiful that she had ever loved such a man.

he finderstood him less and less.

“You could have any kind of woman you want it one enough, find two or three, play to your heart’s content. There are plenty prettier than me and always up for a laugh, ready to keep you amused. Just let me go,” Leanne said, exhausted. I’m begging you, let me go

After a moment, Curtis chuckled softly, a sound that was almost a laugh but not quite, his eyes hiding an unreadable emotion.

He straightened his clothes, regaining the poise of a gentleman, and offered a nonchalant apology, “Sorry, I’ve had too much to drink. Forget I said anything.”

Leanne watched him, still guarded.

Curtis took a half step back, hands in pockets, composed, his gaze sober, as if he had never been drunk at all.

“You can go. I’ll talk to my grandma. She’s not sick, just faking it. She had fast food delivered just before.”

Leanne grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe, changed in the bathroom, and then stuffed all her belongings into her bag in a rush.

Curtis was still standing there, though at some point he had turned to face her.

He leaned against the door, silently watching her pack, seemingly lost in thought, his. focus elsewhere.

“See you at the city hall tomorrow,” Leanne said.

He replied, “Okay.”

Leanne went downstairs to Mary’s room, knocked, and as she turned the doorknob, she caught Sarah frantically trying to hide a bucket of fried chicken in the bedside drawer.

Sarah’s movements froze under Leanne’s gaze, and the air hung with an awkward silence

for a moment.

Mary on the bed looked as if she might breathe her last any second, “In this lifetime, I wonder how many more KFC meals I’ll get to enjoy.”