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.

room was flooded with light, the warm air rushed to greet

nasal

to

the metal doorknob, let out a slow sigh,

anything. W keep things separate.” Leanne hung up

his ear, glancing around

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

few hours of

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

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

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his wife, felt even the double bed mocked him, suggesting

felt like

the town crier or something?” Then, turning to Leanne, “Leanne, that’s rough. On Christmas Eve, you’re stuck working. Can’t

was alright. Being on her own now, if she wasn’t working, she’d just be home and munching on frozen pizza by

for the holidays. It involved a train, a bus, and finally

brought another pressing

at