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

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

pulled open the drawer and retrieved the kit. Just as Leanne was about to step away, he asked, “Which one’s for

with him,

such an angel in white. Your cat gives me allergies,

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

Cats

were subordinate to the master.

two seconds, then, teeth gritted, she

me the

at her before handing

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medicines were expired. Leanne found only one

out of loratadine, so make sure you

onto the couch and yanked open his

me.”

didn’t move, “You can have the person upstairs help

Who?

Suzan wasn’t here?

him for a moment, searching his face for lies. When she found none, she

rash marred the right side of Curtis’ neck. The earlier spot

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