The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1156:

Cliff dismissed it. “I haven’t even been home. How could I possibly upset her?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” Gerry said with a knowing smirk. Cliff’s irritation flared, but he chose not to engage, reaching instead for another bottle of wine.

As the liquid drained away, a pleasant buzz settled over Cliff, and he made his way to the restroom.

The hallway resonated with gentle melodies, the ambient lights casting an ethereal glow across the walls.

After washing up, Cliff found a quiet corner to smoke. As wisps of smoke curled into the air, Kailyn emerged from around the corner, struggling to support an intoxicated Laney. His eyes fixed on Laney’s swaying form, his movements frozen mid-motion.

Kailyn’s eyes met Cliff’s for the first time, and she felt as if she’d been struck by lightning. Her mind scattered, and his name tumbled from her lips. “Cliff…”

“Did she drink?” Cliff’s voice rumbled low and dangerous as he extinguished his cigarette and walked over.

Kailyn stood paralyzed, words failing her.

With an unreadable expression, Cliff drew the unsteady Laney closer, tilting her chin to examine her face. Her usually porcelain complexion now bloomed with color, and tears glazed her eyes, making her appear both heartbreakingly vulnerable and irresistibly enchanting.

A storm of emotion surged through Cliff as he pulled Laney into his arms, dismissing Kailyn with a sharp glance.

Kailyn, trusting him, quickly said, “I brought her here. Don’t blame her.”

Cliff strode away with Laney cradled against him, never looking back.

Laney’s eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus through her alcohol-induced haze. Though her vision swam, she could tell she was with a handsome man. With a resigned smile, she murmured, “Yeah, Kailyn is right. The world is full of men. Why should I pine for just one?”

Cliff halted, his eyes boring into her. “Laney, look at me. Who am I?”

Steadying herself against the wall, Laney cupped his face, studying him intently. Then, as if seized by sudden courage, she pressed her lips to his.

Cliff’s pulse thundered in his ears. This wasn’t like her usual tentative kisses. This was raw desperation, wild and unrestrained. The alcohol buzzing through his system dulled his usual restraint, and to his own astonishment, he yielded to her touch.

“Aren’t my lips soft?” Laney whispered through tears. “Why did he scold and then avoid me after I kissed him?”

Cliff’s breath hitched in his throat. She’d kissed him without even recognizing him?

Cliff’s lips tingled as emotion blazed through his heart like wildfire. A part of him yearned to shake the drunken Laney awake, to force her to see him clearly and watch her crumble into panic-stricken apologies. He longed to see her transform back into her obedient self, whispering, “Cliff, I won’t dare again.”

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