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

Chapter 69

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?”

rather not catch

at her with a mocking augh. “Leanne, have I spoiled you rotten, putting up with

dare talk to me this way?”

hardly worthy of such attention from you to even be

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

He stood up from the

and pulled a cigarette from

over

table as he took a drag, his back to Leanne, his voice irritated and

“I’m going.”

looking back at him

her, Curtis kicked the coffee table,

Suzan standing there,

Chapter 69

a

What are you

open door at the overturned coffee

with

with a detached mockery, a flicker of Curtis’ disdain passing through her

you might have

face turned

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