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

Chapter 31

On her way home from work, Leanne’s mind replayed the icy stare Curtis had given her that morning. She debated whether to apologize. After all, her words had been sharp.

But then, she remembered the deeper cuts he’d made, never once offering an apology for his stinging remarks.

“Forget it. It’s all gone. Apologize.” She thought inside.

With only a month left, she didn’t want to leave a legacy of awkwardness and silent

battles.

In matters of the heart, the one who loved more was often the one to compromise.

In the end, Leanne’s internal struggle was for naught. By eight o’clock, Curtis was still a no-show.

Recently, Laura had toned down her efforts, halving the portions, leaving Leanne to dine. alone in a spread fit for a dinner party, making her wonder why she was scrimping more than a hired help.

However, Laura was proactive, having witnessed the sparks flying between Leanne and Curtis the night before. Something might have happened if Leanne hadn’t received the abrupt call from the hospital.

Later, Jake had called to say Leanne had caught a cold, and Curtis had rushed to the hospital with a warm coat early in the morning.

couple’s hot-and-cold relationship, she knew spats and make-up were part of married life.

offered, “Shall I ring Mr. Curtis to see if

home for dinner?”

smile faded with the news. Curtis

merely continuing her meal. “If he’s not coming, let him be.”

cat appeared from nowhere, leaping onto Leanne’s lap, purring

Leanne couldn’t resist.

cooped

stroked the cat as she ate, picking at the dishes Laura had prepared, like steaks and fried fish, half of which she

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by a master architect to resemble a classical garden, complete with small bridges and a flowing stream, offering

at every

the evergreen trees showed

in a traditional dress, the restaurant manager stood gracefully at the table,

shivered when Curtis entered,

with his coat as he casually took a seat. The restaurant manager presented him with a glass of

from me?” Curtis