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.

Curtis slowly came to his

hand, which had been wandering, halted, pulling away from where it shouldn’t have been, and he raised it in a gesture

I thought I was

from illness, his eyelids red

still furious, frowning delicately, “So you just touch whatever in your dream Curtis raised an eyebrow, a raspy voice tinged with a helpless chuckle,

together, “Let me down.”

moved back slightly, “My bad, got a fever. If you’re mad, want to hit

slightly open neckline revealing a glimpse of chest. The disheveled, just-woke-up

and gentle, he took her hand and patted his own

her hand away forcefully, sat up and jumped down from the bed, heading back to the

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kitchen to make a sandwich for Curtis, packing

she look at him again.

She was mad.

ran a hand through his messy hair, and sighed. All the good behavior from yesterday was for naught; he’d

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