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 drawer

retrieved the kit. Just as Leanne was about to step away, he asked, “Which one’s for allergies?”

to deal with him, “Look it up yourself.”

me

he casually threatened, “If you don’t want to take responsibility, that’s fine by me. But don’t blame me

Cats

were subordinate to the master.

then, teeth gritted,

the

at her before handing it

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medicines were expired. Leanne found only

out of loratadine, so make sure you take some when you get back,”

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

me.”

can have

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

Suzan wasn’t here?

face for lies. When she found none, she reluctantly approached to

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

position cast shadows, so Leanne had to bend down to see better, her