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.

to steer clear of dramas and live a peaceful

other. At the start of their marriage, they were quite estranged. They even slept in separate rooms on their wedding night. Since Curtis couldn’t

they got to know each other better and stopped feeling

roommates.

nothing like the man Leanne had pictured. He was gentle, always smiling, and

lift your spirits like no

honeymoon. He planned a trip to Iceland, but

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

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heavily, and Leanne spent those days in a mountain villa, with a

that they became intimate for

thick layer of snow outside. Curtis, unbeknownst to her, had come up

he asked her, “Fancy going out

way, it was what she wanted. It had been years since anyone had joined her

afternoon, she had a blast. Curtis built his snowman next to hers,

mismatched sizes, to which Curtis said, “How can I be your husband if I’m not at least a little taller than