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.

All noise vanished as if the

at that moment.

mattered but the person before them.

ripple began to

were watching, and Leanne

lips, counting down the seconds, eager to endure

with it.

his breath brushing lightly against

at?”

laugh,” Curtis replied, unable to explain why he found it impossible

his mirth looking at her.

with amusement as gentle ripples spread out, he is because you have a funny

What the hell?

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

of cheese stretching, sticky and tender, suggesting gentleness as

causing

knew those eyes that gazed at her with such

to fall for it again. Because he

fathom why he was there witnessing his son and former daughter-in-law engage in such an affectionate

an affectionate staring contest, reflect

ready to suggest they stop and join dinner,

it down! Don’t