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

again. What a child’s play!

knew better than to interrupt. He quietly stepped out of the car, giving some privacy for Curtis

eyes fluttered. open to the sight of Curtis, pinching

toy with her as she slept, waking

times were back, days Curtis hadn’t

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

smile

are you missing?” he

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hug her back but just sat there in silence,

it out for a bit, Curtis carried her inside, up bedroom, and laid her

again, her brow lightly furrowed,

his chest, soaked through with her

to the

lighting up a cigarette, but he put it back. The bedroom light was on. Leanne had been scared of the dark ever since she was a kid, so they always left a light

leaned against the dresser, watching her in the dim light, silent

finally quieted down, Curtis stood up straight, closed the door

a deep

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

back, she saw a sea of lights. Ahead, it

these years, she’d been