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.

for a moment, Curtis slowly

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

I was dreaming.”

his eyelids red and eyes

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

together, “Let me

bad, got a fever. If you’re mad, want to

gray silk robe had become loose overnight, the slightly open neckline revealing a glimpse of chest. The disheveled, just-woke-up look was both lazy and

and gentle, he took her hand and patted his

hand away forcefully, sat up and jumped down from the bed,

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kitchen to make a sandwich for Curtis, packing eggs and toast for herself in a

look

She was mad.

his messy hair, and sighed. All the

tea she’d made into a thermos. Its sweet fragrance