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

at that moment.

but the person before them.

subtle ripple began to

and Leanne couldn’t feel more

pursed her lips, counting down the seconds, eager to endure this

with it.

a more pronounced smile, his breath

you laughing at?”

replied, unable to

his mirth looking at

with amusement as gentle ripples spread out, he is because

What the hell?

entertain him, but their steady gaze made her acutely aware of the shifts

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

causing her

that gazed at her with such

Because he could look at

a corporate titan, couldn’t fathom why he was there witnessing his son and former daughter-in-law engage in such an affectionate staring contest, worrying it

contest, reflect some bizarre personal interest.

his throat, ready to suggest they stop

Don’t disturb