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

from the heat or the

was

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

That belief lasted until the day he returned to grab his passport – he

ascended the stairs, he overheard Jennifer talking to a

well-behaved, and she seems so in love with Curtis. I saw them at

long ago. How

surprised, “Really? I had no idea.”

“She’s always had a soft spot for Phillip. If he came home, she’d be

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Curtis, she never bothered. But she must be

first choice in that marriage

turning into ice, cold and painfully

willing to sacrifice him. The girl he treasured

he loved most didn’t love him in

was he then?

Jennifer’s

option, only considered when his brother wasn’t

talk to Leanne again. I don’t think she loves me,” Phillip said, “She was

asking, “Have you ever loved me?” made Curtis’ heart clench,