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?”

put out his cigarette but remembered there

out the cigarette on the eggplant dish, he left it there, got up, and headed upstairs.

you at the entrance. Leanne was perched on a grape-purple velvet sofa,

waiting a while before she heard footsteps ascending.

Curtis entered, his eyes

under the clear light, her skin smooth and delicate, resembling flawless

delicate softness when he

staring blankly at the light, winced slightly from the brightness and took a few seconds to

as Curtis’ attention shifted

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Leanne was about to broach an important topic, Curtis’ attention got caught by

did you hide under the blanket?” he asked.

Instinctively, Leanne turned to

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

the room

blanket. To his surprise, he found a bunch

had stealthily hidden her litter in her

momentarily stunned, then

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

blanket and stepping back, his distaste clear as