Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 6

Jennifer shot Curtis a withering look. “Kid, stop babbling nonsense.”

Maddox’s stoic face was the picture of silence. His years hadn’t acquainted him with the slang of youth. He tried to make sense of it, but “popping out kittens” seemed more like a symptom of a gynecological or a psychiatric issue. It wasn’t his place to inquire too directly.

“Anne… are you feeling unwell?” he asked.

Leanne’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she hastened to say, “No, he’s just talking nonsense.”

After dinner, Curtis and Maddox hunkered down in the study for some time. Jennifer brought them some coffee and lingered longer than expected.

Leanne had been waiting in the living room. She hadn’t slept well the night before, and after a whole day of work, it wasn’t long before she dozed off on the couch.

Sarah, the household’s housekeeper, came over and gently woke her. “Leanne.”

Leanne rubbed her eyes. “Time to go?”

“Mr. Curtis and Mr. Maddox are still discussing matters. He won’t be leaving anytime soon.”

Sarah had been looking after Leanne since she was a child, treating her as her own. “Your old room is all tidied up. Do you want to go upstairs and rest a bit?”

Leanne rarely visited, except for holidays or when Jennifer called. She wouldn’t come or her initiative.

her belongings, remnants of her childhood, though not much belonged to her anymore..

a cardboard box, and after packing, she descended the stairs with the box in

the box she was

little. I forgot to take

that wasn’t quite a smile.

“Next time, don’t talk

tie, and glanced at her sideways. “Weren’t

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Leanne insisted. “You throwing it around before your

Curtis

make a list of what you say. Mark what can be shared and what can’t. I’ll adhere strictly to avoid accidentally spilling your little secrets and becoming the

recognized the sarcasm.

not taking it out on you.”

explanation and turned

by his shadow, elongated by the dim light of the

struggled to keep

at the front. Curtis stood by the car, lighting a cigarette. The ember flared in his fingers, the wind carrying a hint of his rogue charm.

smoke. “What’s with those legs if

see I’m carrying