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.”

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

watching intently, Jeremy cleared his throat, “I

with the cl headed to her room for

Pogromnunt, Leanne finally

to d

orting scent, and the gentle glow from

of easy frights and nightmares. It

slowly dissipated, and Leanne

to a shadow looming by the bedroom

washed over her, sending a chilling tingle through her scalp that prompted a gasp. She jolted upright, recoiling in her

standstill when she realized it was Curtis standing there.

to resume its normal

mind? Creeping around in the middle of the

to the floor. He bent down to pick it walked over to

up

and

on you. I don’t know

Leanne grabbed the pillow and started whacking him with

her to draw it back before he opened his

“If

fake, you’d have flattened it by now,” he said, rubbing his nose, “Feel

unleashing her fury as if he were

the pillow from her grasp, his patience worn thin. “Do you want to kill

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

when he saw the gloss of tears

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

long time to persuade her to trust