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.”

down through generations spoke of “combing once for lifelong love, twice for

use them?” Curtis

yawning with a nasal twang, admitted,

divorced, Curtis quipped, his eyes gleaming with mischief, “See,

her

he was

ring for a few seconds before asking, “Why

was of little importance, “Wore it

Leanne was speechless.

14:35

basking in a golden

down and with es

fingers weaving rough her fair, gently

lulled back into a deep, postul sleep

and Clinis, perhaps out of

comb,” he murmured to

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

she was still

had prepared breakfast, “I made your favorite

lavish spread on the table, a stark contrast to her own makeshift meals lifted Leanne’s spirits a

she sipped her soup, the sound of footsteps descending the staircase

attention.

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

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

invigorated, betraying no sign