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

Chapter 141

Curtis couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity, but his laughter was as fleeting and thin as a wisp of smoke, never reaching the frosty depths of his eyes before being scattered by the wind.

He and Leanne were like a modern-day War of the Roses. The word “again” was inevitably part of the sentence whenever someone mentioned them.

“We didn’t fight this time,” he said, taking a drag on his cigarette while watching the snowflakes dance beneath the streetlamp’s glow.

Curtis used to despise winter, which was too cold, bad weather, all hassle, and

inconvenient.

But the best times with Leanne were in that one winter season.

They stayed at the Northwood Mansion, no one to disturb them, nothing to trouble their peace. It felt like the whole world consisted only of each other.

Leanne was like ice wrapped in stone, requiring gentle, patient, and persistent warmth.

Once the stone heated, the ice inside melted into a subtle trickle of water first, then slowly into the sweetest honey.

Curtis had tasted that sweetness.

On Christmas Eve, in front of the hospital, even a man like him, often branded as cold-hearted, had stood in the biting winter snow waiting for her..

Leanne ran

toward him, cheeks flushed, whether from the heat or the

cheers. It was

her the cozy warmth of indoors, flinging herself into his arms, snuggled against him, looking up into his eyes with

Curtis believed he had thawed her frozen heart. That belief lasted until the day he returned to grab his passport –

overheard Jennifer

seems so in

was dismissive. “In love? She wanted to marry Phillip not long ago. How much

surprised, “Really? I had

spot for Phillip. If he came home, she’d

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never bothered. But she must be

the first choice in that marriage until that moment.

turning into ice, cold and painfully sharp at the edges.

brother, willing to sacrifice him. The girl he treasured

loved most didn’t love him in return.

was he then?

Jennifer’s scale,

considered when his brother wasn’t

Leanne again. I don’t think she loves me,” Phillip said, “She was drunk that night, crying and asking why you don’t love

Leanne in his arms, tearfully asking, “Have you ever loved me?” made Curtis’ heart clench, his gaze growing colder by the