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

Chapter 11

Leanne was baffled by the sudden attention thrust upon her, like being singled out by a teacher during class, with all eyes fixated on her, particularly being urged to lock eyes with Curtis.

Eye contact? Serious? In front of a bunch of elders, no less.

And Mary had instigated this nonsense. She had no choice but to comply, biting her lip and turning her head his way.

But she still didn’t want to look at Curtis, fixating instead on the dark pattern of his tie.

Curtis lowered his eyes to her, while Leanne’s expression was tight, stubborn as a mule, staring at his chest but avoiding his gaze.

Looking rather gloomy at the scene, Mary asked, “Anne, why won’t you look into his eyes?” Leanne sighed internally, her gaze reluctantly lifting to meet Curtis’ downturned eyes.

Their gazes locked, unobstructed, at an intimate distance.

Curtis watched her silently, his expression unusually earnest.

Leanne’s eyes were stunning, akin to two shimmering pearls, glowing with a serene light, radiating a calm strength.

When she smiled, her eyes sparkled brilliantly as if the entire universe’s stars were within

them.

Looking directly into someone’s eyes was a vulnerable act, magnetic fields intertwined, tendrils pulled, sparking endless chemical reactions every second.

silent. All noise vanished as

at that moment.

but the

subtle ripple began to

Phillip were watching, and Leanne couldn’t

eager to endure

with it.

lips curved into a more pronounced smile, his breath brushing

laughing at?”

like laughing, I laugh,” Curtis replied,

suppress his mirth looking at her.

gentle ripples spread out, he is because you

What the hell?

him, but their steady gaze made her acutely aware of the shifts in his expression.

strings of cheese stretching, sticky and tender, suggesting gentleness as if enveloped in his deep

her, causing her long eyelashes to

eyes that gazed at her with such depth were equally adept at

it again. Because he could look at a dog with the

was there witnessing his son and former daughter-in-law engage in

an affectionate staring contest, reflect some bizarre personal

cleared his throat, ready to suggest they stop and join dinner, but Mary glared at him.

it down! Don’t disturb them!”