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

Chapter 129

sibly looking for

eth the world, leisurely

Leanne glared at Curtis as he rummaged throu something he’d left behind.”

It was well past midnight, and Curtis seemed

poking around here and there

Leanne, struggling to keep her eyes open, coulint resist prodding him, “What on earth are you searching for?”

He shot back. “Why do you care? Planning on keeping it for yourself?”

“Oh come on,” she scoffed, “Whatever it is, it’s not worth more than this house.”

Curtis hummed lowly, “You’d be surprised.”

Leanne, leaning against the cabinet door, pleaded, “I’m exhausted. Can you hurry up?”

“If you’re tired, go to sleep. I’ve stayed here before. It’s not like I’ll get lost,” Curtis replied nonchalantly as he pulled open a drawer and examined a pair of wooden combs he’d found inside.

They were exquisite rosewood, carved with intricate patterns, the wood exuding a subtle, rich fragrance.

“Those combs are pretty fancy. Where’d they come from?” he asked.

Leanne glanced at them, “They were a gift from Grandma for my wedding.”

“combing once for lifelong love, twice for harmonious

use them?” Curtis inquired.

with a nasal twang, admitted,

we got divorced, Curtis quipped, his eyes gleaming with

rolled her

was

ring for a few seconds

importance, “Wore

Leanne was speechless.

14:35

in a golden

and with

her, his fingers weaving rough her fair, gently massage he

into a deep, postul sleep

and Clinis, perhaps out of boredom, packed g the comb and ran it through her locks

murmured to himself, Wonder why you never used

found herself neatly tucked into her bed, the sunlight filtering through the curtains.

interrupted by Curtis’ antes, she was still groggy as she sauntered downstairs

prepared breakfast, “I made

a stark contrast to her own makeshift meals lifted Leanne’s spirits a touch.

soup, the sound of footsteps descending the

attention.

Curtis buttoning his cuffs, the picture of sophistication in a tailored white shirt and black trousers. His ensemble accented his broad shoulders and narrow waist, the exaggerated length of his

wristwatch casually adorned his wrist, its platinum face reflecting a cool,

looked invigorated,