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

Chapter 75

Leanne was usually prickly as a hedgehog, one touch and she’d stick you full of quills. But if you got a little alcohol in her, she’d turn into a lamb.

Her tolerance was pretty decent. She’d sit quietly, not causing any trouble, nothing like that whirlwind Joy.

But she was indeed a crybaby. Every few minutes, a new flood would start, soaking Curtis’ suit until dark stains marked where her sobs had fallen.

“Made of water, are you? Such a crybaby.”

No matter how irked Curtis was, her crying always disarmed him. I’d find myself handing over my handkerchief to wipe her face dry.

“Drinking alone like that, you could get snatched up and sold before you know it.”

Leanne would cry, then doze off. After a while, her tears would finally stop. She’d lean against Curtis, out like a light.

By the time Curtis pulled up to the Crystal Cove Villas, she was dead to the world, her cheeks flushed with sleep, though a little frown creased her brow, as if even in dreams she was troubled.

Her lips were parted just so, revealing the pearly white of her teeth.

Curtis found himself staring for a moment before reaching over to gently squeeze her lips together.

naware, she let Curtis continue his game without any protests. Curtis closed her mouth

it again. What

interrupt. He quietly

touch, Leanne deepened her frown in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered. open to the sight of Curtis, pinching

to toy with her as she slept, waking her

like those times were back, days Curtis hadn’t seen in far too long.

tell if she was caught in a dream or reality. She wrapped her arms around his neck, seeking comfort. Her

smile

are you missing?”

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silence, letting her cling to him, her sobs the

Curtis carried her

lightly furrowed, tears

damp over his chest, soaked through with

to the

on. Leanne had been scared of the dark ever since she was a kid, so they

the dresser, watching her in the dim light, silent for a while.

down, Curtis stood up straight,

deep and exhaustive

shifting around her, as if she were reliving her twenty-some years

of lights. Ahead, it was

these years, she’d