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

Chapter 298

The master bedroom suite on the second floor was spacious and filled with natural light, a perfect reflection of Maddox’s love for vintage treasures. The reclaimed wood shelves were adorned with priceless antiques, each telling its own story.

Jennifer was suffering from one of her headaches again. Maddox, ever the caring partner, fetched some warm water and aspirin from the wooden tray and handed it to her.

“Stop frowning. Look at you, you’re going to get wrinkles.”

After taking the medicine with a sip of water, Jennifer’s furrowed brow relaxed only slightly.

“Do you think I like frowning? I just can’t figure him out. He and Suzan were doing so well, and then out of the blue, they split up. And with Leanne, it’s like they’re living on two different planets, barely speaking unless they have to. They were this close to filing for divorce, and now they’re back together. It’s like a never-ending soap opera. And Phillip? Tina was so into him. They even set a date and she had her dress picked out, but then suddenly, it’s all off.”

“You’re worrying over nothing,” Maddox said, his voice calm. “They’re not kids anymore. They can handle their own relationships and decisions. Let them be.”

“It’s always something with them. Daughters are so much easier.”

Jennifer couldn’t shake a certain sadness that lingered in her heart, “If only that child had been born, they’d be twenty by now. If it weren’t for your brother…”

Maddox cut her off with firm

it was the housekeeper, letting them know Mary

summoned them downstairs.

room, they found the family’s grand dame had changed into a

a few gentle strokes, Leanne applied a light foundation, shaped her eyebrows, and added

crossed, watched the scene unfold. “Getting all dolled

having ignored Curtis since their spat in the garden, focused solely

of them all?” Mary

for another hair tie, Curtis blocked her path

Leanne had to stretch past him,

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his crisp

on his lips. “What’s this? Trying to seduce the judge? You’re quite the competitor.”

continued in jest, “I’d be the worst kind, offering you anything for a kiss.”