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.

light, the warm air rushed to greet

softened by a nasal tone, tugged

to hold

onto the metal doorknob, let out a slow sigh, “Leanne, when you’re so down, I just want to drop

change anything. W keep things separate.” Leanne hung up the phone quickly, fearing that if she delayed evel a second longer, he

phone from his ear,

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

few hours of sleep, he

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

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

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bed mocked him, suggesting it should be hosting two,

like the umpteenth

Are you the town crier or something?” Then, turning to Leanne, “Leanne, that’s

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

relationship with her family, still made the annual pilgrimage home for the holidays. It involved a train, a bus, and finally a rickety tricycle ride

brought another pressing

glanced at