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 aging together, thrice for a house

use them?” Curtis

nasal twang, admitted, “Never

eyes gleaming with mischief, “See,

her eyes,

to her surprise, he was

few seconds before

of little importance, “Wore

Leanne was speechless.

14:35

exposed basking in a golden

bent down and with

crouching over her, his fingers weaving rough her fair, gently massage

back into a deep, postul

pillow, and Clinis, perhaps out of boredom, packed g the comb

this comb,” he murmured to

she found herself neatly tucked into

was still groggy as she

had prepared breakfast, “I made your favorite

contrast to

she sipped her soup, the sound of footsteps

attention.

tailored white shirt and black trousers. His

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

Curtis looked invigorated, betraying