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?”

“I’d rather not

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

dare talk to

such attention from you to even

movement was quiet and composed, yet somehow conveying

stood up from the couch with a grim face, walked

and pulled a cigarette

over

drag, his back

“I’m going.”

herself up without looking back

Curtis kicked the coffee table, sending it

find Suzan standing there, clutching a takeout

Chapter 69

a

What are you

past the open door at the overturned coffee table,

had no intention of wasting words with her, but she paused at the question.

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

you become Mrs. Richardson, then you might have the right to

turned pale.