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.”

together, Leanne rarely had to spend her money. She got. everything

a doctor’s salary wasn’t astronomical, and this endeavor had taken a big bite out of

“What do

the one who said you wanted to talk?” Curtis countered. “What

mind?”

Leanne

breath, instinctively reaching

the suffocation he

have my lawyer draft a

tie.

“We don’t have kids or shared assets. It doesn’t have to be that

Crystal Cove Villas to live in an old and shabby house like this,

Chapter 87

corrected, frowning. “And how is my

over twenty years old, for heaven’s sake,” Curtis said. “Aren’t you scared of the dark? Living in this old house doesn’t

weren’t something to fear if they truly existed, and the human imagination

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 her

to care, but when night