Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 220

So, Leanne found herself silently cursing Curtis once again in her mind.

Phillip had just made his way over to her when something seemed to click. “Oh, right, it’s your birthday today. I’ve already got your gift, just been too swamped to give it to you.”

“It’s okay,” Leanne quickly replied.

With all the things he was busy with daily, any of those surely mattered more than her own birthday.

“Curtis used to remind me every year, but he didn’t this year, and I almost forgot.” Phillip mentioned casually, as if it was an afterthought. “He’s always been more attentive than me, never forgot to get you a cake every single year.”

Leanne paused.

Curtis had mentioned before that he was the one buying the birthday cakes when they were kids. At the time, she was too upset to believe him.

“Why didn’t he just give it to me himself?”

Phillip chuckled, “The day he wanted to, you were mad at him and wouldn’t open the door. He had no choice but to ask me to help give it to you.”

Mad? Why was she mad? Leanne tried to recall.

year with the Richardson family and

there were quite a few guests coming over to exchange Christmas’ greetings. As an adopted daughter, she didn’t attract much attention, and when it

politeness, Leanne still had to stand by, greet each guest, and then get awkwardly skipped over when they handed

her introverted nature, she just wanted to get through the Christmas’ greetings and be

front of everyone, “Come here. Call me ‘big bro’, and I’ll

that, naturally, all eyes turned to

also turned uncomfortable. Some things are better left unspoken, but once pointed out, it made everyone uneasy

young and sensitive Leanne, who felt out of place,

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When Curtis knocked, she buried herself under the covers, not wanting to deal with

Phillip’s voice that she finally

a subtle yet bold way of pointing out the adults’

whenever guests came over for Christmas’ greetings, three gifts would be prepared.

were

chance to greet them, she caught sight of Curtis

stairs.

like he’d just woken up, with his hair slightly tousled over his forehead, exuding