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?”

answer and meant to put out his cigarette but

eggplant dish, he left

at the entrance. Leanne was perched on a grape-purple velvet sofa, her head tilted back against

waiting a while before she heard footsteps ascending.

Curtis entered, his eyes fell

exposed under the clear light, her skin smooth and delicate, resembling flawless marble complemented by the emerald hue of her jade pendant.

delicate softness when he

from the brightness and took a few seconds to register Curtis’

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

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an important topic, Curtis’ attention got caught by the double bed behind her.

did you hide under

turned to look

indeed, 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.

blanket. To his surprise, he found a bunch of colorful little kittens, all

about when the cat had stealthily hidden her litter in her bed.

momentarily stunned, then amused

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

and