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?”

to put out his cigarette but remembered there was no ashtray in the house.

on the eggplant dish, he left it there,

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

had been waiting a while before she heard footsteps ascending.

entered, his eyes

smooth and delicate, resembling flawless marble

remembered the delicate softness when he touched her

light, winced slightly from the brightness and

composure, she sat up straight as Curtis’ attention shifted away

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broach an important topic, Curtis’ attention got caught by

hide under the blanket?”

to look as well.

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

room since.

surprise, he found a bunch

clueless about when the cat had stealthily hidden her litter in her

stunned, then amused and

door to the downstairs room was locked, only accessible from the outside with a

brow immediately, dropping the blanket and stepping back,