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

interrupt. He quietly stepped out of the car, giving some privacy for Curtis and Leanne.

open to the sight of Curtis, pinching her cheeks, teasing, “Sleeping like

in those honeyed days, Curtis loved to toy with her as

were back, days Curtis

she was caught in a dream or reality. She wrapped her arms around his neck, seeking comfort. Her voice was a tiny and choked whisper, “I’ve missed

smile faded

you missing?”

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didn’t hug her back but just sat there in silence, letting her cling to him, her sobs the only

out for a bit, Curtis carried

brow lightly furrowed, tears tracing down

chest, soaked through with her tears.

to the

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

in the dim light, silent for a while.

quieted down, Curtis stood up straight, closed the door

a deep and

dream with people and places shifting around her, as if she were reliving her

of lights. Ahead, it was a misty

she’d been alone.