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.

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

kit?”

strained, “Second drawer on your

Leanne was about to step away,

deal with him, “Look it

Your cat gives me allergies, and you shirk responsibility?

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

Cats

were subordinate to the

two seconds, then,

the kit.”

at her before handing it

Chapter 67

a while. Many of the medicines were expired. Leanne found only one

once or twice daily. We’re out of loratadine, so make sure you take some when you get back,”

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

me.”

can have the person upstairs

lazy eyelid, “Upstairs? Who? Is this

Suzan wasn’t here?

a moment, searching his face for lies. When she found

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

see better, her forefinger spreading the ointment over the rash, massaging