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.”

like a sincere gesture of warmth was extended her way, but Leanne hesitated, afraid it might be too much to

his throat, “I

all night, and with the cl headed to her room

Pogromnunt, Leanne finally

to d

and the gentle glow from the nightlight stood guard like a loyal knight,

childhood trauma from a kidnapping had faded over the years. Gone were the days of easy frights and nightmares. It had been years since she’d

space, her anxiety slowly dissipated, and

a shadow

jolted upright, recoiling

practically at a standstill when she realized

two seconds for her heart to resume its normal rhythm.

you out of your mind? Creeping around in the middle

against Curtis, dropping to the floor. He bent

up

and

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

the pillow and started whacking

winced and waited for her to draw it back before

“If

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

the pillow, unleashing her fury as if he

from her grasp, his patience worn thin.

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

saw the gloss

quite the back in front of others, only showing her tough

long time to persuade her to trust h tears fall freely