The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback - Chapter 1186

Chapter 1186:

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Cliff’s expression soured. What length? He hoped it wasn’t what he thought.

Suddenly, a new message from Kailyn appeared. “Did you do it? Did you manage to touch it?”

Cliff narrowed his eyes and texted back, “I did touch it.”

Kailyn instantly replied, “Really? How long was it? Only two inches?”

A twitch ran through Cliff’s eyelid. Only two inches? He let out a chuckle of disbelief and replied with a simple, “Exactly.”

Kailyn replied, “You’ve made your messages succinct all of a sudden. Are you guys making out again? Hold on, what? Seriously, 8 inches?”

“Exactly,” Cliff replied.

Kailyn went silent for a while.

Turning off Laney’s phone, Cliff set it aside just as Laney entered with his coffee. With an innocent attitude, she said, “It’s quite warm today, so I made your coffee iced.”

As Cliff settled deeper into the sofa, observing her carefully, he simply responded, “Oh.”

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Laney approached, and in a calculated stumble, spilled the coffee directly onto Cliff’s lap. Cliff stiffened for a moment.

Quick to act, Laney gasped and reached for a napkin, beginning to dab at the spill. Cliff remained still, his eyes following her every move.

At first, she concentrated on wiping the coffee from his thighs, but slowly, her real intention became clear as her hand shifted toward the zipper.

Before she could make any further move, Cliff stopped her abruptly. “No need for measurements. I’ve already replied to your friend’s messages.”

Laney looked up in surprise, her expression shifting to confusion.

Cliff continued, “It measures 8 inches at its best. Are you happy now?”

Laney’s mind was racing with thoughts. “What?”

Regaining her composure, she asked, still puzzled, “Then why not let me touch it? I thought you felt inferior about it.”

Cliff’s smile lacked warmth as he said, “And if it were just two inches, would you have been disappointed?”

Laney responded sincerely, “I’m not just interested in your body. Even if you didn’t have it, I’d still like you.”

Not wanting to dwell on the topic, Cliff rose to leave. Laney asked with a hint of urgency, “Where are you headed?”

“Need to change my pants.”

Digging through her bag, Laney produced a small box. “I’ve bought you some new boxers.”

Cliff accepted the box, his face unreadable.

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