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

Chapter 67

Chapter 67

His voice was a drawl, heavy with the remnants of sleep, “Creeping around in the dead of night, I thought we had a burglar on our hands!

“I wasn’t creeping,” Leanne retorted, her tone defensive. “You…”

She was about to ask what he was doing there when it suddenly hit her. They’d gone skiing today.

The ski resort was just a stone’s throw away. They must have decided to stay nearby after hitting the slopes.

So then… Did he bring Suzan here?

Leanne’s heart clenched tight, as if someone had yanked the oxygen from her lungs, leaving her gasping for air.

Was Curtis really that desperate? Couldn’t he at least wait until the divorce papers were signed? Was that too much to request?

Descending the staircase, Curtis caught her eye, and Leanne noticed a suspicious red

mark on his neck.

Despite the room’s cozy temperature, a chill cascaded down her spine, leaving a trail of

cold in its wake.

She clenched her fists, turned, and strode away.

rummaging followed, then Curtis’ voice: “Where’s

kit?”

was tight, strained, “Second drawer on

drawer and retrieved the kit. Just as Leanne was about to step away,

want to deal with

Your cat gives me allergies, and you shirk responsibility? Where are

to take responsibility, that’s fine by me. But don’t blame me when I chuck those cats into the snow.”

Cats

subordinate to the

seconds, then,

me the

at her before handing it

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medicines

out of loratadine, so make sure you

the couch and

me.”

can have

lifted a lazy eyelid, “Upstairs? Who? Is

Suzan wasn’t here?

face for lies. When she found none,

Curtis’ neck. The earlier spot wasn’t a love bite, likely scratched by his own doing.

bend down to see better, her forefinger spreading the ointment over the rash,

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