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.

rushed to greet him, a

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

to hold her.

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

the drama, but this doesn’t change anything. W keep things separate.” Leanne hung

the phone from his ear, glancing around the

spent most of his time in this apartment, its

few hours of sleep,

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

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

Chapter 207

Curtis, scorned by his wife, felt even the double bed mocked him, suggesting it should be hosting two,

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

to Leanne, “Leanne, that’s rough. On Christmas Eve, you’re stuck

just be home and munching on

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 hers, all in the name

another pressing issue

at the