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

Chapter 128

eyes followed him to the butts on the ground. Someone had been lurking th

half an hour.

or nearly

“Why don’t you stay at our place for a few days?” Jeremy suggested, “You’ll feel safer with Selina around.”

But Leanne declined, “It’s too late to burden you now. I have another place I can go, se don’t worry about me.”

Respecting her boundaries, Jeremy didn’t push further.

The Crystal Cove Villas was recently transferred to her name, thanks to Caleb’s legal maneuvering, with Curtis nowhere in sight.

After Jeremy dropped her off at Crystal Cove Villas and helped her with her luggage, Laura’s face lit up, resembling a child who had just spotted their parents returning home, “Ma’am, you’re back. Shall I take your bags up? I’ve kept your bedroom spotless.”

“Are

you hungry? How about I whip up some late-night snacks for you? Maybe some chicken noodle soup or a hearty fish stew?”

Leanne calmed the overzealous Laura, “No need, Laura. I’m not hungry.”

Laura, pausing, glanced at Jeremy, “And you are?”

“I’m a friend of Leanne’s,” Jeremy replied, handing over the bags. Turning to Leanne, he added, “It’s late. Get some rest. You’re safe here. If you need anything, just call me. My phone’s on all night.”

Leanne expressed her gratitude, “I’m sorry for the trouble tonight.”

Jeremy smiled warmly, “Helping you out is no trouble at all. In fact, it makes me happy.”

gesture of warmth was extended her way, but

intently, Jeremy cleared his throat, “I gotta

with the cl headed to her room for a shower

Pogromnunt, Leanne finally

to d

and the gentle glow from the nightlight stood

kidnapping had faded over the years. Gone were the days of easy frights and nightmares. It had been years since

familiar space, her anxiety slowly dissipated,

to a shadow looming by the bedroom

prompted a gasp. She jolted upright, recoiling in her bed until her back abruptly collided with the solid safety of the

at a standstill when

full two seconds for her heart to resume its normal rhythm. She grabbed a pillow and flung it at

Creeping around in the middle of the

Curtis, dropping to the floor. He bent down to pick it walked

up

and

check on you. I don’t know you had such a hair-trigger,” he said with his

and started whacking him

He winced and waited for her to draw it back before he

“If

nose had been fake, you’d have flattened it by now,” he said, rubbing his nose, “Feel better? If not, hit me

with the pillow, unleashing her fury as if he

grasp, his patience worn thin. “Do you want

she fought them back fiercely. Crying out of fear was just too

when he saw the gloss

back in

Curtis a long time to persuade her to trust h tears fall freely in