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.

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

kit?”

was tight, strained, “Second drawer on

Leanne was about to step away, he asked,

with him, “Look it up

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

responsibility, that’s fine by me. But don’t blame me when I

Cats

were subordinate to the master.

seconds, then, teeth gritted, she turned back.

the kit.”

glanced at her before handing it

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the medicines

make sure you take some when you get

take it, instead, he slumped onto the couch and yanked open

me.”

move, “You can have the person upstairs help you.”

lifted a lazy eyelid, “Upstairs? Who? Is this place

Suzan wasn’t here?

a moment, searching his face for lies. When she found none, she reluctantly approached to apply

allergic rash marred the right side of Curtis’ neck. The earlier spot wasn’t a love bite, likely scratched by his own

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