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

for you downstairs.”

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

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had changed into casual home wear, his hair still damp, giving him a relaxed and lethargic appearance that somehow made

the warm one in front of Leanne and asking, “Is it okay if I stand in front of you, or would you prefer I stand

his comment. How long have you been staying here?”

of water before

with the details. Leanne had to rack her brain to match this up with their shared history.

he dropped by her place

“Why?” she asked.

expression, usually serene, now held a trace of complexity. He looked deeply at her with a slight smile on his lips.

waiting for a lover

he already found it

had waited for him for over nine

and hopeless waiting would drive even

as sensitive as

away, her fingers idly playing with the corner of the pillow.

this. No. matter how

used to hide the bedside photo during the day, fearing she might suddenly come back

said, “This was what I owed the Leanne of the past. It has nothing to do with

now.”

house is already being eyed by a buyer. It will

really have the courage

But he didn’t.

enjoy her time here. What was there to hold onto?

sighed deeply, suddenly regretting, “If I knew,

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