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

Chapter 69

Curtis didn’t care a whit. His hand gave her a playful pinch, a subtle punishment for her distraction. “Mind your own business.”

The doorbell kept ringing. Then, Suzan’s voice from outside called, “Curtis, are you home? I brought some food back.”

It was like being snapped out of a vivid daydream.

Suzan’s voice was the whip that yanked Leanne back to reality.

The heat that had coursed through her veins vanished in an instant, leaving her feeling as

na

if she’d been thrown naked into a vast snowy wilderness, submerged in bone-chilling cold

and shame.

Curtis actually brought Suzan here.

Leanne sobered up in a flash, fully aware of her surroundings.

“What’s this supposed to mean?” Her tone was devoid of any confusion, icy enough to cut. “Curtis, can’t you ever keep it in your pants?”

His heat extinguished like ice water had been dumped over him. He withdrew his hand from inside her clothes, his handsome face growing colder as he sneered, “Is being touched by me really such an insult to you?”

turned mocking. “I’d rather not

nerve. Curtis darkened his face as he stared at her with a mocking augh. “Leanne, have I spoiled you rotten, putting up with

talk to me

of such attention from you to

sat up, buttoning up her blouse that he had undone. Every movement was quiet and composed, yet somehow conveying the impression of

anger rose in Curtis. He stood up from the couch with a grim face,

and pulled a cigarette from

over

his back to Leanne, his voice

“I’m going.”

herself up without looking back at

kicked the coffee

standing there, clutching a takeout

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her face a

What are you doing here?”

at the overturned coffee table, Curtis’

wasting words with

with a detached mockery,

“When you become Mrs. Richardson, then you might have the

turned