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.

followed, then

kit?”

strained, “Second drawer

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

with him, “Look

in white. Your cat gives me allergies, and you shirk responsibility?

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

Cats

subordinate to the

still for two seconds, then, teeth

me the

at her before handing it over.

Chapter 67

while. Many of the medicines were expired. Leanne found only one ointment that was still

of loratadine, so make sure you take some when

he slumped onto the couch and

me.”

move, “You can have the person upstairs

lifted a lazy eyelid, “Upstairs? Who? Is

Suzan wasn’t here?

searching his face for lies. When she found none, she

large patch of an allergic rash marred the right side of Curtis’ neck. The earlier spot wasn’t a love bite, likely scratched

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