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.

to greet him, a stark contrast to

nasal tone, tugged at something inside

wanted to hold her.

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

hung up

his ear, glancing around the

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

the few hours of sleep, he

trappings of a “home,” enough kitchenware to start

a woman’s touch,” a cold and mocking testament to his

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his wife, felt even the double bed mocked

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

Then, turning to Leanne, “Leanne,

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

a train, a bus, and finally a rickety tricycle ride to a house that no longer felt like hers, all

reminder brought another pressing issue

at