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

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

thought I

at her with a face pale and weak from illness, his eyelids red and eyes bleary, making even the big

eyebrow, a raspy voice tinged with a helpless chuckle, “You’re going to control what I do in my dreams

pressed tightly together,

moved back slightly, “My bad, got a fever.

the slightly open neckline revealing a glimpse of chest. The disheveled, just-woke-up look was both lazy and comfortable,

took her hand and patted his own face with it.

from the

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got dressed and went into the kitchen to make a sandwich for Curtis,

once did she look

She was mad.

All the

she’d made into a thermos. Its sweet fragrance