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

Chapter 170

If it had been three months earlier, maybe Leanne would have been thrilled by those

words.

But now, that phrase which once kept her up at night, trapped within an invisible had

cage,

become something she shied away from.

“I really don’t know. I can’t figure you out, never could,” Leanne said. “You say you love me, but it doesn’t feel like love to me.”

“I don’t love you? Then why did I go to all the trouble to convince you to go to Northwood, learning how to cook for you, serving you hand and foot like you’re royalty? What am I, a domestic god in the making, or just a bored rich kid playing at being a servant?

I panicked when I couldn’t reach you for a few hours, dropping everything at work to come find you? ElitePinnacle was just taking off, gunning for its first major IPO project, and it all fell apart because I walked out.

When Derek White took you into that club room, I was so frantic I kicked down the door. I waited outside your place for half an hour, just to see when Jeremy would leave?

leave a thriving career at Starlake to come back here

looked into her eyes, “Leanne, you can hate me, but don’t doubt my love

anything else, and Leanne could remain cool and detached, but when he brought up those six months in Northwood,

inside her.

days drenched in sweetness, so profoundly happy, they were likely to be unforgettable for

love. But it turned. out to be the biggest

mistake? I practically laid my heart bare for you, and you can’t feel it at all?” Curtis’

exhaled slowly, easing the disrupted nerve back into

what your relationship with Suzan is, it doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

begging for your love.” She said it so calmly, so clearly, that Curtis was filled with a helpless

like a handful of running water, impossible to

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sub-zero temperatures on the mountaintop were bone-chilling, the wind so fierce it seemed to

a long pause, he asked again, “What about you?”

knee, half-squatting in front of Leanne, his eyes locked onto hers, “I crave your love. Do you love me?”

at the

remained silent, the Misty Mountain holding its eternal, distant hush as golden light