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.

was flooded with light, the warm air rushed to greet him, a stark contrast to the chilly world outside.

voice, softened by a nasal tone, tugged at something inside

to hold her.

a slow sigh, “Leanne, when you’re so down, I just

change anything. W keep things separate.” Leanne hung up the phone quickly, fearing

from his ear,

had spent most of his time in this apartment, its proximity to the office being a major

few hours of sleep, he rarely

the trappings of a “home,” enough kitchenware to start a restaurant,

“This home lacks a woman’s touch,”

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bed mocked him, suggesting it should be hosting

from her day-a-day calendar, for what felt like the umpteenth time in three

town crier or something?” Then, turning to Leanne, “Leanne, that’s rough. On Christmas

she’d just be home and munching on

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

glanced at