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.

the eggplant dish, he left

living area greeting you at the entrance. Leanne was perched on a grape-purple velvet sofa, her head tilted back against the cushion, her gaze vacant.

while before she

entered, his eyes fell on her.

skin smooth and delicate, resembling flawless marble complemented

still remembered the delicate softness

the light, winced slightly from the brightness and took a

as Curtis’

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topic, Curtis’ attention

you hide under the blanket?” he asked.

turned to look as well.

spread blanket, something that wasn’t there when she

room since.

his surprise, he found

about when the cat had stealthily hidden her litter

was momentarily stunned, then amused and baffled.

door to the downstairs room was locked, only accessible from the outside with a key. How had the mother cat managed to

blanket and stepping back, his