The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback - Chapter 1167

Chapter 1167:

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Laney extended her hand toward his nose, asking, “Well? Do I still smell bad?”

He frowned slightly. Besides the fresh scent of soap, there was a faint trace of perfume, one he recognized from the female employees in the office. He didn’t like it.

“Don’t wear perfume anymore,” he said simply, leading her back into the room to dry her hair completely.

Laney tilted her head, confused. “You don’t like it?”

“It doesn’t suit you.”

She blinked, interpreting his response in a completely different way. With a sly grin, she teased, “Oh, I see. You prefer something sultrier—like a ‘decisive businesswoman’ vibe.”

Cliff, amused, played with her silky hair. “I give off the businessman vibe. Isn’t that your type?”

Laney huffed, “Who likes it? I hate it.”

“You’re always claiming to hate me,” he murmured, setting the hairdryer aside and tying her hair into a loose knot.

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His fingers brushed lightly against her neck, making her flinch and giggle. “That tickles!”

Cliff’s gaze darkened, his tone dropping an octave. “So sensitive, aren’t you?”

Laney shivered at his words, her scalp tingling from his touch. She turned abruptly and wrapped her arms around him. Her face, tilted up toward his, was both bold and innocent—a childlike mischief shining in her eyes. “Cliff, I want a kiss,” she demanded, her voice soft but resolute.

Cliff studied her closely, his thoughts lingering on how bold she’d become lately. What had he done to make her so unruly? “You swore you didn’t like me this morning. And now you’re asking for a kiss? Does that make sense?”

Laney tugged at his collar, pulling him closer, her smile playful. “I can kiss you even if I don’t like you.”

Cliff’s jaw tightened, his tone firm. “You’re being naughty.”

Before he could move, Laney stood on her tiptoes and captured his lips in a kiss.

It wasn’t the clumsy, hesitant kiss of before. She had grown confident, and the warmth of her lips left him momentarily dazed. He wanted more.

When they pulled apart, Laney’s face was flushed, her breathing uneven. Her furrowed brows and slightly clenched jaw betrayed her discomfort.

Cliff’s voice dropped, a hint of concern lacing his words. “What’s wrong?”

Laney’s voice came out soft and strained, almost a whisper. “Cliff, I don’t feel well.”

“Where?” Concern flashed across Cliff’s face as he quickly regained his composure. His eyes instinctively dropped to her legs. “Is it your legs? Are they sore from dancing? Or is it your stomach?”

Laney hesitated, her eyes watery as she guided his hand beneath her dress. “Here,” she whispered, her voice soft but urgent.

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