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

Chapter 60

Curtis bristled at the insinuation, “Haven’t I always had your

Instead, he was the one who had cut her deepest.

back?”

Leanne’s thoughts inevitably drifted to the image of Suzan seeking refuge behind him.

“Just keep protecting your precious Suzan,” she spat.

Curtis’ expression darkened, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration. “If you want a divorce,

there’s no need to involve her.”

It was as if Leanne were the one being unreasonable.

Was it she who couldn’t wait to end their marriage, muddling through with an ex while still bound by vows?

Enough. Leanne had even lost the desire to argue.

“If that thought comforts your conscience, then sure, believe it,” she conceded with resignation.

Her apathetic stance only irritated Curtis more, his frustration akin to punching a pillow, no satisfying end to his anger.

+ you sure Loosening his tie with a scoff, Curtis remarked, “You haven’t gained weight, but you. have gotten good at raising my blood pressure

Leanne thought to herself that it was only because of her love for him that she had. endured so much, making him believe she was meek and easily bullied.

car fell silent. As the Bentley crossed over the Agrarian Bridge, Curtis asked out of

that day. He had genuinely intended to take Leanne to see the meteor shower that night.

meek, comforted by his warmth and familiar scent.\Frankly, any man in his virile youth would have

bringing with it an impulsive

car window, replied

And so,

stillness.

sea after the wind dies down, Curtis’ ripples of emotion settled

brief pause, he let out a derisive chuckle.

withdrew his gaze from Leanne, his face settled

indifference.

I even expecting from

atmosphere in the car plummeted, the tension rendering the air cold despite the

to divide them with an invisible

of the ride, neither spoke

chatter had been annoying, but now,

Cove Villas, Leanne stepped out of the car and headed straight for

stood by the. car, sparking his lighter. The flame caught the

into

“Leanne.”

mid-step on

his dark coat accentuating his austere features, giving him an air of unapproachable

have any demands?” he asked.

held a trace

cigarette glowed intermittently between his fingers, his hazel