Chapter 32

The guy with the scar looked at her like she was some object, not a human being. There was a sleazy glint in his eyes, along with a mocking smirk. "Well... heh, at least someone's gonna enjoy watching your cripple hubby freak out." "A dude in a wheelchair having a wife this hot? Seriously?" "Bet he doesn't even know how to satisfy a woman! Hahaha!" The other thugs laughed with him, filthy and arrogant. Every word dripped with contempt for Curtis. Delia's eyes, lowered beneath her lashes, flickered with a chilling edge. What filled her with more rage than their disgusting jokes about her... was how they dared insult Curtis like this. In her heart, Curtis wasn't weak at all. He was brave, smart-everything they weren't. Who were they to mock him? She forced herself not to snap right then and there, her fury simmering just below the surface. Her shoulders kept trembling, like she was being pushed to the edge by their filth. Quietly, she loosened the half-untied rope she'd worked on in the