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

Chapter 244

“Unbelievable.” Leanne wrestled her hand free, and her fork clattered to the floor with a

clang.

She had barely stood up when Curtis grabbed her by the waist and pushed her back down onto his lap.

Forced to sit on his firm thigh muscles, the heat from his body seeped through the fabric, though his voice was ice cold.

“Sit tight. You can endure humiliation for them, can’t you? Then, endure it. Had I known you respond better to force than kindness, I wouldn’t have wasted so much effort trying to pamper you.”

Curtis’ grip on her waist was vice-like, and he picked up a clean fork and piled some food onto her plate with his other hand.

“Eat.”

Leanne clenched her fists, refusing to take it.

Curtis’ eyelids lifted slightly. “Not eating? I’m asking you to have a meal, not do anything else. Can’t handle that, huh? Such a princess, trying to play the martyr.”

Leanne turned her face away in a huff, refusing to speak to him.

Their little spats used to be like this, at least not the cold, indifferent kind where nothing he did could stir any emotion in her.

yet her demeanor softened

fork and hugged her, sighing. ‘Leanne, I must have owed you big in

in. “I’ll let you down. Let’s have

my fault.” Curtis set her back in her chair, then summoned someone to clear the cooled dishes and

didn’t keep anyone around to serve. He attended to Leanne

she loved crab, he rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and cracked open a

scooped out the crab roe with a spoon, and meticulously picked out the crab meat with a pick and

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tweezers.

hand and foot since childhood and had only ever

tasted the

picked and the food he served, she ate them all.

bad about being pampered?

argue any longer, Leanne would open her mouth and eat.

saying, “What

Leanne endured.

was over, Dr. Yates