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.”

lifelong love, twice for harmonious aging together, thrice for a

use them?”

a nasal twang,

divorced, Curtis quipped, his eyes gleaming with mischief, “See, it’s all your

her eyes,

he was actually still wearing

the ring for a few seconds before asking, “Why haven’t you taken

matter was of little importance, “Wore it too long. Taking it

Leanne was speechless.

14:35

neck exposed basking in a golden

down and with es

over her, his fingers weaving

back into a deep, postul sleep

and Clinis, perhaps out of boredom, packed g the

he murmured to

Leanne woke the next morning, she found herself neatly tucked into her bed, the sunlight filtering through

by Curtis’ antes, she was still

prepared breakfast, “I made your favorite soup.”

sight of the lavish spread on the table, a stark contrast to her own

of footsteps descending the

attention.

his cuffs, the picture of sophistication in a tailored white shirt and black trousers.

its platinum

looked invigorated, betraying no sign of the