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.

Leanne’s voice, softened by a nasal tone,

to hold her.

holding onto the metal doorknob, let out a slow sigh, “Leanne,

you dare! Thanks for dealing with the drama, but this doesn’t change anything. W keep things separate.” Leanne hung

the phone from his ear, glancing around the apartment.

time in this apartment, its proximity to the

the few hours of sleep, he rarely stayed here.

enough kitchenware to start a restaurant, yet he hadn’t cooked

touch,” a

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felt even the double bed mocked him, suggesting it should be hosting two,

like the umpteenth time in three days, announcing, “Christmas’s is

it. Are you the town crier or something?” Then, turning to Leanne, “Leanne, that’s rough. On Christmas Eve,

on her own now, if she wasn’t working, she’d just be home

a bus, and finally a rickety tricycle ride to

another pressing issue to

glanced at the calendar.