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

Chapter 270

The living room was eerily quiet, the type of quiet that felt almost desolate.

Leanne made her way up the stairs to the second floor, stepping into the master bedroom. Both the hall light and the floor lamp were on, just like they used to be when she lived here, with the faint sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

It made sense to take a shower after moving stuff around and getting dirty, but his suits. were all still hanging in the closet, not one missing.

There were half-drunk cup of coffee on the dining table, the laptop left open, the jacket thrown over the back of a chair, the freshly changed sheets on the bed…

And then there was the photo frame on the bedside table, capturing their moment at the top of Echo Summit.

All these signs pointed to him being here for reasons beyond just moving things.

But why would he choose to live here alone?

Leanne’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion, unable to piece it all together.

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice the sound of the shower stopping. By the time she realized she wanted to leave, it was already too late.

The bathroom door suddenly swung open, and Curtis stepped out, loosely wrapped in a towel.

Perhaps because he was alone, the towel was slung haphazardly around his waist, his hair damp and messy, with a few wet strands hanging over his forehead.

Gone was the usual formal attire, replaced by a physique that was lean and muscular, exuding a sense of strength that was just right,

Their eyes met unexpectedly, both of them frozen in place.

Curtis settled his gaze on her face, stirring ripples in the still waters of his heart.

In the soft light of the bedroom, he said, “Didn’t expect you to come by at this time. Should you close your eyes to give me a moment to disappear?”

Leanne was taken aback by his words.

remembered what she said.

wait for you downstairs.”

living room couch, clutching a pillow while waiting. Soon, Curtis’ lazy footsteps descended the stairs.

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changed into casual home wear, his hair still damp, giving him a relaxed and

in front of Leanne and asking, “Is it okay if

comment. How

of water

the details. Leanne had to rack her brain to match this

he dropped by her place that

“Why?” she asked.

with a slight smile

house, he was waiting

days, and he

waited for him for over nine

waiting would drive even

as sensitive as her.

fingers idly playing with

“You don’t have to torture yourself like this. No. matter how much you try to play the pity card,

to find out.” He used to hide the bedside photo during the day,

the Leanne of the past. It has nothing to

now.”

is already being eyed by

ask her, “Do you really have the courage

But he didn’t.

her time here. What was there to hold

sighed deeply, suddenly regretting, “If I knew, I wouldn’t have given

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