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 stark contrast to the chilly world

nasal

to hold her.

metal doorknob, let out a slow sigh,

anything. W keep things separate.” Leanne hung up the phone quickly, fearing that if she

from his ear, glancing around the apartment.

of his time in this apartment, its proximity to the office being

the few hours of sleep, he rarely

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

decor screamed, “This home lacks a woman’s touch,” a cold and mocking

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double bed mocked him, suggesting it

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

yeah, we get 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

now, if she wasn’t working, she’d just be home and munching on frozen pizza by herself. Might as well enjoy the bustling atmosphere

home for the holidays. It involved a train, a bus, and finally a rickety tricycle ride to a house that no longer felt like

brought another pressing issue

glanced at the