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.

warm air rushed to greet him, a stark contrast

softened by a nasal tone, tugged

wanted to hold her.

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

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

the phone from his ear, glancing

of his time in this apartment,

hours of

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

a woman’s touch,”

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

calendar, for what felt like the

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

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

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

another pressing issue

glanced at the