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

Chapter 345

Leanne slept in until the afternoon, completely undisturbed, not even a dream to stir her

peace.

When she woke up, the room was empty and eerily quiet, as if she were the only person left in the vast space.

She got out of bed and stepped out of the bedroom, drawn by the murmur of voices coming from the living room.

Following the sound, she saw Curtis’ silhouette standing at the breakfast bar, pouring a glass of water while talking on the phone. He was deliberately keeping his voice low, probably not to wake her, discussing matters of work.

He seemed to have showered and changed into fresh clothes. Hearing her footsteps, he turned around, his initially expressionless face visibly softening as he beckoned her over with a curl of his finger.

Leanne neared and he lounged at the bar, casually fixing her hair while still on his call.

It sounded like the caller was trying to set up a meeting, but Curtis nonchalantly declined, “Not today. Today is dedicated to my wife.”

Whatever the caller responded made him chuckle before he added, “I’ll have my assistant schedule something with you tomorrow.”

After hanging up, he put his phone aside and asked her, “Did you sleep well? Hungry?”

Leanne nodded, her voice still thick with sleep.

us some food,” Curtis said with a light, cheerful tone, patting her back. “Go freshen up, sweetheart. I’ve laid out some clothes for you

Leanne retorted playfully as she turned to head

the master suite’s couch were several shopping

in her size.

decided to take a quick shower and chose

room service manager personally delivered their meal, meticulously describing each dish to Curtis, who was seated cross-legged by the dining table. Whether it was the Italian white truffles or the bluefin tuna that had been flown in just two hours ago, Curtis

well. She wore an elegant white taffeta pleated

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natural

motioned for the staff to leave, his eyes

and refreshed,

looked up to find Curtis watching her with an amused expression, resting his

she asked, touching her face to make sure she hadn’t smeared

“My arm’s a bit sore from being your pillow all day. I think it might be broken?”

that

does it hurt so much?” he grimaced

just getting old.” Despite her words, she stood and took his arm, “Let me see, where

arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, his discomfort seemingly vanishing, “Dr. Castillo’s magic touch,