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

Chapter 116

The cigarette hung lazily between his lips, burning on its own as he sat motionless, half-squinting into the night.

Footsteps approached, and Phillip set a bottle of bourbon and two glasses on the glass coffee table, sitting beside him and saying, “Not hitting the sack? What’s on your mind, sitting out here all alone?”

Curtis gazed at the deep blue of the night sky, taking his time before he spoke, “You know, Phillip, sometimes, I envy you.”

“What’s there to envy?” Phillip asked.

“Since childhood, you got it all. You were Mom and Dad’s favorites, received all the respect, and everything our family had to offer. Curtis continued, “The whole world. seems to be yours.”

Phillip’s face showed no surprise as if he’d known all along, and he said, “Curtis, you have no idea how much I envy your freedom.”

With a self-mocking smile, Curtis lounged back in the wicker chair. “Everything a person gets comes with a hidden price tag. You envy my freedom because I don’t have to attend the classes an heir must, and I don’t need to master the skills you’ve learned since childhood. It’s not a privilege, Phillip. It’s because I was denied that right.”

“So, heading off to Emberland was about proving to Mom and Dad that you could make

yourself without the Richardson name?”

som

away the ash, his eyelids. Cealing his gaze. “I wanted to prove I’m no

“Curtis, you don’t need to

lightly, a cryptic shade to his amusement. He took a drag from his. cigarette, his

for a towel only

years of service, wouldn’t make such an oversight.

should

her without a towel, forcing her to

OTL

probably didn’t know that Curtis usually didn’t sleep in this room,

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around,

cautiously stepped out of the bathroom, tipto came

she opened the cabinet and reached up, the door swung open, and Curtis came in, his stride halting when his

her shoulders, water streaming down her dazed face, over her elegant neck and delicate collarbone, meandering past her curves to the soft expanse of