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

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

dare talk to me this way?”

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

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

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

a cigarette from

over

took a drag, his back

“I’m going.”

herself up without looking back at

the coffee table, sending it tumbling

find Suzan standing there, clutching a takeout bag from

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restaurant, her face a picture of

you doing

open door at the overturned

intention of wasting words with her, but she

she echoed, her beautiful eyes looking at Suzan with a detached mockery, a

then you

turned pale.