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.

old room still held some of her belongings, remnants of her childhood, though not much belonged

and after packing, she descended the stairs with the box in her arms as Curtis stepped out of the study.

glanced over the box she was carrying. “What’s

was little. I

expression that wasn’t

said, “Next time, don’t talk nonsense before your parents.”

tie, and glanced at her sideways.

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joke,” Leanne insisted. “You throwing it around before your parents made

Curtis

on, I’ll 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

recognized

it out on you.” she

care for her explanation and turned to continue downstairs.

tall figure, Leanne felt dwarfed by his shadow, elongated by the dim

walked lazily, but she struggled to keep up and soon lagged.

a cigarette. The ember flared in his fingers, the wind carrying a hint of his rogue

out his smoke. “What’s with

I’m carrying a