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.

her back. “Go freshen up, sweetheart. I’ve

Leanne retorted playfully as she turned

several shopping bags filled with

in her size.

decided to take a quick shower and chose an outfit from

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

been sent from a nearby store according to her size, suited her well. She wore an elegant white taffeta pleated dress with a snug waist

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her natural

staff to leave, his eyes softly resting on

fully awake and refreshed, Leanne’s

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

touching her face to make sure she hadn’t smeared

massaged his wrist, “My arm’s a bit sore from being your pillow all day. I think

isn’t that heavy,” Leanne

hurt so much?” he grimaced

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

lap, his discomfort seemingly vanishing, “Dr. Castillo’s magic touch, cured at a