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

eggplant dish, he left it there,

was a grand suite, a living area greeting you at the entrance. Leanne was

waiting a while before

eyes fell on her.

skin smooth and delicate, resembling flawless marble complemented by the emerald hue of

remembered the delicate softness when he touched her

blankly at the light, winced slightly from the

up straight as Curtis’ attention shifted away from her,

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topic, Curtis’ attention got caught by the double

you hide under the blanket?” he asked.

to look as

in the neatly spread blanket, something that wasn’t there when she changed clothes

the room since.

over and flipped back the blanket. To his surprise, he found a bunch

when the cat had stealthily hidden her litter in her

momentarily stunned, then amused and baffled.

was locked, only accessible from the outside with a key. How had the mother cat managed to break out?

immediately, dropping the blanket and stepping back, his distaste clear as day.