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?”

mocking. “I’d rather

as he stared at her with a mocking augh. “Leanne, have I spoiled you rotten, putting up with your attitude

dare talk to me

worthy of such attention from you to even be looking at me,”

that he had undone. Every movement was quiet and composed,

Curtis. He stood up from the couch with a grim

the table, and pulled a cigarette from the

over

as he took a drag, his back to Leanne,

“I’m going.”

up without looking back

her, Curtis kicked the coffee table,

to find Suzan standing there, clutching a takeout bag

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restaurant, her face a picture

you doing

open door at the overturned

words with her, but she paused at

eyes looking at Suzan with a detached mockery, a flicker of Curtis’ disdain passing through her

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

face turned pale.