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

Chapter 17

Leanne dropped the cat teaser and stood up, ready to head out.

Curtis was waiting in the living room, glancing at his watch before catching sight of her. His eyelids lifted, and he said with a hint of impatience. “What health fad are you on now? You’ve sure put on airs. Did it take me coming home to summon you?”

“You didn’t have to come back,” Leanne retorted.

Curtis seemed to ignore her sarcasm. Noticing the cat hair on her clothes, he frowned and handed her a slim box, saying, “We’re leaving in twenty minutes. Go upstairs and get

changed.”

Leanne didn’t take the box, deliberately rinsing her hands under the faucet. “I already said I’m not going.”

But Curtis seemed unusually patient. “Want me to help you dress?”

Leanne clenched her teeth and spun around to face him. “Do we even need to keep up charade? Who are we trying to fool?”

this

Curtis’ gaze turned icy. “Do you think I’m playing at some happy couple act with you?”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing? But Curtis’ lips curled with a mocking smirk.

too much into it. I

how reluctant you are, you’re still my wife, and socializing

a dress onto the couch.

enough

was taking her along only because she was his wife. Skipping out would be a breach of etiquette and

picked up the dress and went upstairs.

the drive to the Perez family’s estate, she turned away from

drifted to her occasionally.

that melted into the glossy white satin, elegant without losing its freshness. It hugged Leanne’s waist, with layers of fabric

took a stroll over her

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a bit loose?” he

hands, resting on

was indeed a bit roomy. Had Curtis

to him,

quite the temper these years, always giving me attitude,” Curtis said, his

to face him, challenging. “When