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.

noise vanished as

at that moment.

but the person

to stir in Curtis’ heart.

and Phillip were watching, and Leanne couldn’t feel

down the seconds, eager to endure

with it.

lips curved into a more pronounced smile, his breath

are you laughing at?” she

I laugh,” Curtis replied,

suppress his mirth

amusement as gentle ripples spread out, he is

What the hell?

their steady gaze made her acutely

stretching, sticky and tender,

on her, causing her

eyes that gazed at her with such

for it again. Because he could

his son and former daughter-in-law engage in such an affectionate staring

affectionate staring contest, reflect some bizarre personal

to suggest they stop

Don’t disturb