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.

with light, the warm air rushed to greet him, a stark contrast to the chilly world

Leanne’s voice, softened by a nasal tone, tugged

wanted to hold

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

Thanks for dealing with the drama, but this doesn’t change anything. W keep things separate.” Leanne hung up the phone quickly, fearing that if she delayed evel a

removed the phone from his

of his time in this

few hours of

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

touch,” a cold and mocking testament to his situation.

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bed mocked him, suggesting it should be hosting

from her day-a-day calendar, for what felt like the umpteenth time in three days, announcing, “Christmas’s

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

if she wasn’t working, she’d just be home and munching on frozen pizza by herself. Might

her family, still 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

brought another pressing issue

glanced at the calendar.