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 senses.

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

I

looked at her with a face pale and weak from illness, his eyelids red

whatever in your dream Curtis raised an eyebrow, a raspy voice tinged with a helpless chuckle, “You’re going to control

lips pressed tightly together,

a fever. If you’re mad, want to hit

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

took her hand and

jumped down from the

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kitchen to make a sandwich for Curtis, packing eggs and

did she look at

She was mad.

All the good behavior from yesterday was for naught; he’d managed

tea she’d made into a thermos. Its