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?”

rather not catch something.”

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

to

such attention from you to even be looking at me,” Leanne quipped.

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

stood up from the couch with a grim face,

table, and pulled a cigarette from

over

a drag, his back to

“I’m going.”

straightened herself up without looking back

Curtis kicked the coffee table, sending

opened the door to find Suzan standing there, clutching a takeout bag from a

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her face a picture of

are you doing here?”

at the overturned coffee table, Curtis’ mood visibly stormy.

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

am I here?” she echoed, her beautiful eyes looking at Suzan with a detached mockery, a flicker

then you might have the right to ask me that.”

face turned