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.”

love, twice for harmonious aging together, thrice for a house full of children.”

use them?” Curtis

with a nasal twang, admitted, “Never

his eyes gleaming

her eyes,

was actually still wearing

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

little importance, “Wore it too long. Taking it off would leave

Leanne was speechless.

14:35

exposed basking in a golden

bent down and with

his fingers weaving rough her fair, gently massage he

Leanne was lulled back into a deep, postul

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

to himself, Wonder why you never

next morning, she found herself neatly tucked into her bed, the sunlight

antes, she was still groggy as she

breakfast, “I made your

of the lavish spread on the table, a stark contrast to

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 shoulders and

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

looked invigorated, betraying