The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1198:

Laney’s lips trembled, instinct warning her of dangerous territory. “Cliff, I…” she called out softly.

He cut her off with a hoarse command, knowing her next words, “Don’t speak. Let me regain control.”noveldrama

“Why hold yourself back?” Laney asked, feeling the sting of rejection.

Cliff offered no answer, burying his face in the curve of her neck.

“Were all those intimate moments between us just you humoring me?” Laney’s voice quivered with each word. Did he not have any romantic feelings toward her?

Cliff raised his eyes to meet hers.

Their breaths mingled, hot enough to ignite the air between them. He tugged at his lower lip thoughtfully. “I never made you any promises. Won’t you have regrets?”

Laney swallowed back her bitter emotions. “Not everything needs to lead somewhere.” Her gaze held steady, resolution clear in her eyes. Electricity surged through Cliff’s veins. The more he tried to maintain control, the more his restraint crumbled.

As desire threatened to overwhelm him, he abandoned his resistance. “Are you sure?”

Laney’s entire body tensed at his question, but she nodded solemnly. “Yes.”

Cliff sighed inwardly. He loosened his hold on her and deliberately unfastened his belt—the one Laney had gifted him. She’d chosen well. It came undone easily.

As the zipper descended, Laney’s breath caught. She squeezed her eyes shut, turning away.

Cliff had anticipated this reaction, gently guiding her face back.

“Where’s that courage now? Look at me.”

Though trembling, Laney stood her ground.

Cliff had only meant to test her resolve, expecting her to retreat. However, her unwavering determination caught him off guard, not even a single word of protest uttered.

In the end, it was Cliff who lost control, her trembling form drawing him past the point of reason. By the time he came to his senses, it was already too late.

Cliff believed he had made a mistake. It was only when he realized he had merely brushed against her legs that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Laney, however, was distraught, assuming he had entered her. She buried her face in the pillow, her body trembling.

Her trembling left Cliff in a daze. He leaned in to kiss her, his face either damp with tears or sweat—he couldn’t tell—but it was suffused with her scent, which intoxicated him. She kept shaking.

In a hoarse voice, Cliff asked, “Are you really that scared?” Laney nodded but then quickly shook her head.

Cliff chuckled. Everything had happened so suddenly, and they were both unprepared. He had no intention of escalating the situation, but he found it hard to move away from her.

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