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

What a child’s

seeing Curtis lost in antics, knew better than to interrupt. He quietly stepped out of the car,

her sleep. Her eyes fluttered. open to the sight of Curtis, pinching her cheeks,

Curtis loved to toy with her as she slept, waking her

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

arms around his neck, seeking comfort. Her voice was a tiny and

smile

missing?”

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back but just sat there in silence, letting her cling to

a bit, Curtis carried her inside,

her brow lightly furrowed, tears tracing down her face.

his chest, soaked through with her

to the

about lighting up a cigarette, but he put it back. The bedroom light was on. Leanne had been

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

stood up straight, closed the door behind

slept a deep and exhaustive

her, as if she were reliving her twenty-some years of lonely life all

back, she saw a sea of lights. Ahead, it was a misty haze.

years, she’d