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.

fell silent. All noise vanished as if the bickering and hostility

at that moment.

but the person before

ripple began to

and Phillip were watching, and Leanne

eager

with it.

breath brushing

you laughing at?” she

laugh,” Curtis replied, unable to explain

mirth looking

gentle ripples spread out, he is because you have a

What the hell?

gaze made her acutely aware

stretching, sticky and tender, suggesting gentleness as if enveloped in

causing her long eyelashes

that gazed at her with such depth

herself not to fall for it again. Because he could look at a dog with

witnessing his son and former

such an affectionate staring contest, reflect

they stop and join dinner, but Mary glared at him.

Don’t disturb