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

Chapter 120

Standing on the steps, Curtis’ gaze lingered on her with a distant intensity.

After a few seconds, Leanne spoke up, “If you’ve got nothing to say, I’m outta here.

Tve gotta head out of the country for a few days, Curtis said, “When you get some free time, have Caleb assist you with transferring the title.”

“Got it.”

As Leanne walked toward the curb, Curtis called out to her again.

“What now?” Leanne asked, barely hiding her irritation.

In his unhurried way, he said, “Don’t forget to pick up the divorce papers when it’s time. Don’t go playing hooky on me.”

“Don’t worry,” she shot back, “You can bet your bottom dollar on that.”

The Uber arrived right on cue. Leanne pulled open the door and was about to get

Leanne.” he called out again.

in

She turned her head, her patience wearing thin, “Can’t you just spit it all out at on…”

Curtis closed the distance between them silently and unexpectedly. She was completely unprepared, her head just turning back to face him when his palm cupped her cheek.

The tail end of her words was cut off by his kiss, sudden and silencing.

Leanne’s eyes went wide.

lashes and tightly

his lips, the heat

kiss began without warning and ended just as abruptly, a fleeting bloom that lingered for a mere moment

second, at

could even think to push him away,

her the chance to lash out,

his retreating figure grow smaller and

being nipped by a dog that bolted out of nowhere, leaving her confused and

time she got to her office, there was a massive bouquet of roses on her

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petals exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

Castillo, who’s got the hots

you’ve already got admirers? Dr. Castillo, you’re certainly

with that mandatory cooling-off period. Did you hear about that case where some guy changed his mind during it

the details got too morbid, another colleague cut in, “Hey,

all good,” Leanne said with

picked up the bouquet, looking for a

suitors weren’t exactly lining up

who did come around never seemed to think she was

of high school that a classmate, who often competed with her in English contests,

day to talk about the competition. It got late, and he walked her home.

he suddenly grabbed

was startled to find his

hardly heard a word, maybe because it was getting dark and his touch was uninvited. She felt

distance, wrapped in Suzan’s arms under a streetlamp.

her supposed early romance and earn her another. scolding,

from being rejected, the classmate never spoke to