Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 40

Leanne peered out the window, her gaze glancing across the night sky speckled with a meager handful of stars. In the distance, the silhouette of Northwood Heights loomed faintly.

Her eyes lingered there for a long time.

Truth be told, Leanne never expected to fall for Curtis.

Despite growing up under the same roof, Leanne wasn’t fond of Curtis. In fact, she disliked him a bit.

Curtis was a bit of a rebel in school, dating around, getting into fights, you named it. Once, he landed a school bully in the hospital. When the school demanded his parents come in, he showed up with a bruised face, all cocky, hands in his pockets, and said, “My folks are too busy for this small fry stuff. Whatever you’ve got to say, you can tell me. I can take responsibility for my actions.”

So the teachers called Leanne instead.

They didn’t dare lay into Curtis, but they weren’t so gentle with her, their attitude both fierce and stern, insisting she get someone from the Richardson family to show up.

With no choice, Leanne phoned Jennifer, who thought she was the one causing trouble at school and gave Leanne an earful.

Therefore, in her eyes, Curtis was essentially a heartbreaker and a harbinger of trouble.

steer clear of dramas and live a peaceful

quite estranged. They even slept in separate rooms

on, they got to know each other better and stopped feeling like

roommates.

He was gentle, always smiling,

could lift your

a trip to Iceland, but on the day they were supposed to leave, a massive blizzard hit, and their

up taking shelter at Northwood Mansion, planning to catch the next day’s flight. But overnight, the snow sealed the roads,

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and Leanne spent those days in a mountain villa, with a world of white outside and a cozy warmth within, with only Curtis

there that they became intimate

was leaning on the window, her eyes drawn to the thick layer of

going out and building a

if he just wanted to play, but either way, it was what she wanted. It had

his snowman next to hers, deliberately making it

of OCD made her uneasy about the mismatched sizes, to which Curtis said, “How can I be your husband if I’m not at least a little taller