The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback - Chapter 1166

Chapter 1166:

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“It’s beautiful.” His fingers worked gently at her aching ankles, his deep voice resonating with warmth. “Today’s performance is most remarkable because it felt as though you were dancing for my eyes alone.”

Laney had conflicting feelings about Cliff. She admired the care and attention he had shown her over the past three years. No matter how many mistakes she made, he never truly scolded her, offering only gentle guidance instead. His kindness toward her had never wavered. If anything, it had grown. Yet, she couldn’t ignore the resentment simmering inside her. He was kind, yes—but without love. In the past, he’d at least maintained a certain distance. Now, he was blurring the lines, teasing her in ways that left her unsettled, but never with ill intent.

Laney bit her lip, her voice trembling with quiet frustration. “How could you say so?” His words about her dancing as if just for his eyes alone seemed like a veiled confession of love.

Cliff’s expression remained calm, his tone even. “What exactly did I say that was inappropriate?”

Laney didn’t respond. Instead, she leaned tentatively into his embrace. To her surprise, he didn’t push her away. Instead, he slid an arm under her legs and effortlessly lifted her into his arms.

Laney clung to him instinctively, breathing in the clean, masculine scent that was uniquely his. She shivered slightly as the subtle fragrance filled her senses, leaving her lightheaded. Kailyn had been so wrong. How could anyone resist a man like Cliff? Laney knew herself too well—if she truly had been intimate with him, she’d only fall deeper, unable to let go.

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The quiet corridor seemed to stretch endlessly as Cliff carried Laney toward the dressing rooms.

“Why are we going further in? Aren’t we heading home?” Laney asked, breaking the silence.

Cliff glanced down at her. “You’re sweaty and need to change first. Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

Laney blinked, suddenly aware of the faint sheen of sweat from her earlier dancing. Her cheeks flushed as she squirmed in his arms. “I can handle it myself.”

By then, they had reached the dressing room.

Cliff set her down gently and stepped back, maintaining a polite distance. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

Laney hesitated, taking a quick breath. She sniffed discreetly, detecting no unpleasant odor. Looking up at him, she asked boldly, “Do I smell?”

Cliff caught a faint whiff of her natural scent mixed with traces of perfume. At twenty-two, she carried a youthful vibrancy that needed no enhancement. “You do. Now hurry up. It’s late,” he replied, his expression unreadable.

Laney pouted, muttering under her breath, “Can’t you lie to me just once?”

Nearly twenty minutes passed before Laney emerged, her hair slightly damp and her cheeks glowing from a quick shower. Cliff noticed immediately, a soft chuckle escaping him.

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