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

Chapter 34

It was such a distant detail that it was barely within Curtis’ memory.

“Do you make these two dishes a lot?” he asked.

Laura looked sheepish as she murmured, “Well…”

“No wonder she’s getting skinnier every year.” Curtis said icily.

He was the kind of guy who wore a smile like an easy garment, exuding a carefree charm that led people to think he was approachable, a real easy-going fella.

But when the smile faded, an innate and indifferent vibe emanated from him, striking a chord of intimidation.

“She’s picky and won’t touch eggplants or lettuce. Didn’t you know that?” Curtis pressed.

“I thought you liked them…”

“How often am I home to eat, huh?”

His casual retort carried an undercurrent of icy pressure that hit you head-on.

Laura was startled, fiddling with her hands, her voice dropping to a whisper, “So, should I not make it anymore?”

his cigarette

cigarette on the eggplant dish, he left it there, got

master bedroom on the second floor was a grand suite, a living area greeting you at the entrance. Leanne was perched on a grape-purple velvet sofa, her head

while before she heard

entered, his eyes fell on her.

clear light, her skin smooth and delicate,

softness when he touched

the light, winced slightly from the brightness

she sat up straight as Curtis’

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Just as Leanne was about to broach an important topic, Curtis’ attention got caught by the

did you hide under the blanket?” he asked.

Instinctively, Leanne turned to look

there was a noticeable bulge in the neatly spread blanket, something that wasn’t there when she changed clothes after coming home.

the room since.

surprise, he found a bunch of colorful little kittens, all

was clueless about when the cat had stealthily hidden her litter

then amused and baffled.

from the outside with a key. How had the mother

his brow immediately, dropping the blanket and stepping back, his distaste clear