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

Chapter 287

How could he let her go?

Instead of releasing, he pulled her petite frame even closer, wrapping her entirely in his embrace.

Leanne couldn’t break free from the iron grip that held her, her legs the only part of her still free to move, so she kicked at his legs in protest.

The kick didn’t wake him up; instead, a large hand caught her ankle.

Half-asleep, he lifted her leg to his waist, his hand sliding up her smooth calf.

Nuzzling into the crook of Leanne’s neck, Curtis’ voice was a groggy murmur filled with longing, “Honey, don’t go…”

His hot breath against her skin soon left a blush on Leanne’s fair complexion.

She was both angry and annoyed, slapping him across the face. That seemed to finally wake him up a bit, his heavy eyes half-opening

Seeing Leanne’s face flushed red, those deep, glossy eyes glaring at him fiercely.

confusedly for a moment, Curtis

where it shouldn’t have been, and he raised it in a

thought I

pale and weak from illness, his eyelids red and eyes bleary, making even

you just touch whatever in your dream Curtis raised an eyebrow, a raspy

lips pressed tightly together, “Let

fever. If you’re mad, want to hit

glimpse of chest. The disheveled, just-woke-up look was both lazy and comfortable,

gentle, he took her hand and patted his own face with

jumped down from the bed,

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to make a sandwich for Curtis, packing eggs and toast for

look

She was mad.

messy hair, and sighed. All the

the hot tea she’d made into a thermos. Its sweet fragrance wafting over, directly into Curtis’ heart.