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

Chapter 87

Leanne finally relented and invited him in in a gesture of obligatory hospitality.

But making coffee was off the table. Leanne’s politeness only stretched so far.

Curtis wandered through the door, taking in the surroundings leisurely.

After all, the house was a relic from twenty years ago, decked out in more of a classical style. Since Leanne had reclaimed the property from Violet, she had given it a thorough

once-over.

She changed the locks and, driven by a bit of germaphobia, cleared out all the old furniture that Violet’s family had used for nearly two decades despite being heirlooms from her parents.

After cleaning the house entirely, she replaced every replaceable thing, including toilets and appliances, and chose new furniture that echoed the old days’ style.

She even rehung her parents’ photographs on the walls.

Curtis commented, “You must have spent nearly all your savings after buying all this stuff.”

rarely had to spend her money. She got. everything arranged for

doctor’s salary wasn’t astronomical, and this endeavor had taken

it to you?” Leanne retorted. “What do

you wanted to

mind?”

more to say between us.” While wrapping herself tighter in her cardigan, Leanne said, “I’m free these days. Pick a

in his breath, instinctively reaching to loosen a tie

he felt

he said. “I’ll have my lawyer draft a prenup.”

tie.

needed. “We don’t have

the mansion in Crystal Cove Villas to live in an old and shabby house like

Chapter 87

Leanne corrected, frowning. “And how is my

for heaven’s sake,” Curtis said. “Aren’t you scared of the dark? Living in this

truly existed, and the human imagination in

frightened before, but now, thanks to him, she might begin to envision a horror movie in her head once the lights were off. This idea was especially unnerving considering

been too exhausted to