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

you don’t need

drag from his. cigarette, his tone growing indifferent. “Turns out, proving

Leanne reached for a towel only to

family staff, seasoned with years of

to restock, the spares should still be there. They were just

Mary’s doing, purposely leaving her without a towel,

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didn’t know that Curtis usually didn’t

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even with no one around, it

of the bathroom, tipto came close for a spare

and reached up, the door swung open, and Curtis came in, his stride

arm still lifted in mid reach, wet locks cascaded down her shoulders, water streaming down her dazed face, over her elegant neck and delicate collarbone, meandering past her curves to the soft expanse of her waist.