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

Chapter 330

After Curtis soothed her for a while, Leanne’s sudden surge of emotions gradually subsided.

Curtis kissed her brows, traced her nose, and landed softly on the corner of her lips. Pausing for a moment, he moved slightly and kissed her fully.

Their soft lips met, and after just a brief moment, Leanne made a slight motion to pull away.

Curtis backed off without insisting.

He knew that like the melting of a glacier, it would take time for her to accept him. He was content with even the slightest acceptance.

He was dying to kiss her, but he restrained himself. “I’ll give you all the time you need, okay?”

At that moment, Leanne felt as though she was standing on the edge of a cliff, with Curtis on the other side, reaching out to her.

Jumping could mean reaching a victorious shore or facing another catastrophic fall.

She was a realist, preferring to take steady, controlled steps, keeping things within her grasp.

Risk-taking was not her forte. Yet, there was a fire inside her, a fire that once left her scarred and covered by floods and snow, painstakingly peeled off her heart by he efforts.

But it was a fire that would not die, not completely uprooted. As winter passed ar gentle winds of spring blew, it flickered alive again.

her unending love

Leanne looked directly at him, her eyes

I end up rejecting

yourself. How can you be

Leanne

like me ought to live to ninety-nine. Waiting another seventy years

ahead

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chest and ruffling her hair. “Leanne, we have a

no signs of

and beer. After washing her hands, Leanne saw Joy pouring beer into the cat’s

we haven’t officially welcomed you. No time like the present, so today we’ll make it official. Welcome to the family, you’re now the fourth diva of Stonebridge!”

and the absurdity of it left her speechless, wondering if she should remind Joy that Curtis thought of himself as a

spicy crawfish. “Can

being the one who had just treated a cat to beer. “Believe it or

the others snacked on seeds

patted her chest. “Thank goodness I

you sow,” Joy grudgingly praised,

what they had secretly witnessed, acting as if no had happened.

away until late, with Selina being a freelancer, Joy flexible hours at the advertising agency, and only Leanne needing to