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?”

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

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

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

while before she

entered, his eyes

neck was exposed under the clear light, her skin smooth and delicate, resembling flawless marble complemented by

still remembered the delicate softness when he touched her

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

sat up straight as Curtis’ attention shifted away from

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Leanne was about to broach an important topic,

under the

turned to look as well.

indeed, there was a noticeable bulge in the neatly spread blanket, something that wasn’t

the room since.

and flipped back the blanket. To his surprise, he found a bunch of colorful little kittens, all curled up and fast

had stealthily hidden her litter in her bed.

then

outside with

immediately, dropping the blanket and stepping back, his distaste