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.

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again, his voice low and hoarse, “Leanne…”

Joy and Selina emerged from

by Curtis, Joy, barely keeping her eyes open, turned

jaw might dislocate, then silently closed her mouth,

go.” Leanne walked

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had already brought the car around to the hotel’s entrance. The Hot Spring Hotel wasn’t far from Echo Summit, just

mountain forest was even sharper than at the hotel, and at

wind, Joy’s teeth chattered as she confronted the instigator of this sunrise hike, “Have you been living so comfortably that

about I help by adding a couple of slaps into the

South

life, I’ve never watched the sun, rise…

they can get

Jeremy asked,

head; her puffer jacket was wind-resistant, and she was well-equipped with a scarf, hat, and

slung the pack over her back, feeling a bit clumsy in the bulky jacket,

cold.”

the darkness as an SUV pulled

sight of Devin, decked out in his hiking gear, getting out of the driver’s seat elicited a groan from Joy, “Great, like

taunt lit a fire under Devin, who glowered “Say that

a beat, “Like stepping in dog poop first thing in the morning. My

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