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

Chapter 162

At the break of dawn, Leanne pulled herself out of bed before the alarm even had the

chance to ring.

Groggy and slow to react, she stumbled out of her room, ready to rouse Joy and Selina for the day ahead.

When she spotted Curtis outside her door, she thought she was still trapped in a dream.

He leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on some distant point, lost in thought.

He was still in the clothes from the previous day, a cigarette dangling from his hand, burning away into the quiet haze, its smoke curling around his slender, distinct fingers.

The stillness of the early morning enshrouded the hotel, and the night stretched its shadows over his shoulders, a cloak of solitude.

Leanne instinctively reached for her phone to check the time, it was 4:30 AM.

Her gaze shifted back to Curtis, still not fully awake.

Curtis noticed her and promptly snuffed out his cigarette. His eyes were deeper than the night outside, his voice gravelly, either from the smoke or the sleepless night, “Morning.”

Leanne hadn’t expected such a simple greeting and reflexively responded, “…Morning.”

She meant to ask why he was standing there instead of sleeping, but the words fell away before reaching her lips.

She hadn’t slept well either.

Despite her efforts to control her thoughts, Curtis had easily stirred her emotions into. disarray.

like a stone thrown into a lake; even if you don’t want to cause ripples, they spread

eyes in a

to speak again, his voice low and hoarse,

emerged from their

keeping her eyes open, turned to Selina

dislocate, then silently closed

walked straight past Curtis.

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already brought the car around to the hotel’s entrance. The Hot Spring Hotel wasn’t far from Echo Summit, just a ten-minute drive

hotel, and at this hour, the entire mountain was cloaked

biting pre-dawn wind, Joy’s teeth chattered as she confronted the instigator of this sunrise hike,

about I help by adding a couple of slaps into

South

“In my life, I’ve never watched the sun,

get up when we call Only they can get you moving,” Jeremy retorted, unloading

her pack, Jeremy asked, “Are you

jacket was wind-resistant, and she was

the pack over her back, feeling a bit clumsy in

cold.”

headlights pierced the darkness as an

groan from Joy, “Great, like stepping in dog

a fire under Devin, who glowered “Say that

a beat, “Like stepping in dog poop first thing in

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