NovelEnglishChapter 157 Leanne paused, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. "Great, you bought the cakes and whatever. Happy now?" she spat out, pushing the door open with all her might.
it's all his doing.
Curtis let out a mocking laugh, the anger in his voice unmistakable. “Fine it' He's the only one who's ever been nice to you, and so what? You love him, but it's useless. It's not that I don't want to play matchmaker for you. I asked him, and he doesn't want to marry you." Leanne froze, her voice sharp with accusation. "What the hell did you tell him about me?" Curtis snorted, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "Nothing much. I just conveyed your feelings for you." Her face flared up red, resembling an overripe tomato, words sputtering out in fury, "You... you're a psycho..." She was so angry that she could barely speak, her hands trembling as she balled them into fists and started pummeling Curtis with all her might.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOne punch wasn't satisfying enough, so she raised both fists and began to rain down a barrage of blows on him. Curtis grunted, her relentless assault forcing him backward until he was up against the wall. He then caught both her wrists in his hands.
"A single hit could be seen as playful, but this many is starting to look like a domestic dispute," he joked. Leanne glared at him, fuming. "Curtis, you're sick!" Curtis almost laughed out loud, frustration simmering within him. He'd done so much. What more did she want? "You want to marry him, and I'll support you, but you're still not content? Do you think you could ever confess your love to him? I'm the only one who would be so open-hearted and selflessly dedicated. I'm setting you free and helping you find someone new, and you don't even thank me. Instead, you treatlike a punching bag. Forget the scalpel. You should pick up the boxing gloves and switch to be a boxer, givingall the punches Trapped, Leanne tried to kick him in the shin, leaving several shoe prints on Curtis' pristine trousers.
"Did I ask for your help? I'd be damned to thank you! You're draggingdown with your sickness. You're going to give him the wrong idea!" "What wrong idea? Didn't you: you loved him?" 1/5 17:29 Chapter 157 Leanne was close to biting him in frustration. "I love him, but not in that way!" Curtis looked stunned. "What do you mean?" His gaze deepened, and his voice lowered as he leaned in closer. "Spell it out for me. You don't love him, do you?" Leanne tried to pull her hands free.
Curtis tightened his grip, pulling her closer. “Leanne, talk to me." Whenever she faced friends or colleagues, Leanne could keep her composure. But when with Curtis, he always managed to get under her skin.
Anger roiled within her like a tranquil stream, wanting nothing more than to flow gently but constantly being stirred into chaos.
"Talk to hell!" "Answer me," Curtis insisted, his grasp firm, demanding an answer. "Do you like him? In that way?"
"Whether I like him or not is none of your businessere Please, stay away from me. and stop causingtrouble." arm around
After that, Curtis shifted, taking her wrists in one hand and wrapping his other a her waist, effortlessly lifting En her off her feet. He carried her into her room, kicked the door shut with his foot, and marched to the desk, where he set her down.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLeanne tried to jump off, but Curtis wedged himself between her knees, trapping her.
His right hand clamped around her waist with force, pinning her as she tried to squirm away.
Then, he seized her jaw, forcing her to look up at him with a dominating, unyielding stance.
"Leanne, I'm going to ask you one more time."
His deep-set eyes focused intently on her, reading every flicker of emation. "So, are you in love with Phillip or not?"
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