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

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

the entrance. Leanne was perched on a grape-purple velvet

been waiting a while before she heard

eyes

her skin smooth and delicate, resembling flawless marble complemented by

softness when

slightly from the brightness and took

Curtis’ attention

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an important topic, Curtis’ attention got

did you hide under the blanket?” he asked.

turned to look

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

room since.

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

had stealthily hidden her litter in her bed.

then

locked, only accessible from the outside with a key. How had the mother

immediately, dropping the blanket and