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

Chapter 207

Leanne lay sprawled on her bed, staring at the ceiling. At this moment, it was impossible to remain indifferent.

It must have been because he brought up her mom. That’s why she felt like crying.

This was Leanne’s Achilles heel, a hurdle she just couldn’t get over.

Tears welled up in her eyes, unstoppable. She covered her eyes with the back of her hand. She was silent for several seconds, knowing that if she spoke, her choked-up voice would give her away.

But Curtis seemed to have a sixth sense about her, as if he’d installed surveillance in her place.

“Are you crying?”

Leanne sniffed quickly, trying to sound normal, “No.”

The man on the other end of the phone said nothing.

By now, Curtis had reached the front door of his apartment, turning the key in the lock.

the warm air rushed to greet

a nasal

wanted to

metal doorknob, let out a slow sigh, “Leanne, when you’re so down, I just want to drop everything and be there.”

but this doesn’t change anything. W keep things separate.” Leanne hung up the phone quickly, fearing that if she delayed evel a second longer,

phone from his ear, glancing around the apartment.

he had spent most of his time in this apartment, its proximity to

few hours of sleep, he rarely stayed here.

“home,” enough kitchenware to start

screamed, “This home lacks a woman’s touch,” a

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even the double bed mocked him, suggesting it should

for what felt like the umpteenth time in three days, announcing, “Christmas’s

was getting impatient, “Yeah, yeah, we get it. Are you the town crier or something?” Then, turning to Leanne, “Leanne, that’s rough. On Christmas Eve, you’re stuck working. Can’t even enjoy a

just be home and munching on frozen pizza by

the strained relationship with her family, still made the annual pilgrimage home for the holidays. It involved a train, a bus, and finally a rickety tricycle ride to a house that no longer felt like

reminder brought another pressing issue to mind.

glanced at the