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

Chapter 350

The silence in the suite was deafening, broken as he left. Leanne lingered in bed for a little longer before she got up and headed to the bathroom. Turning away from the mirror, she

lifted her shirt.

Several red marks marred her shoulders and along her spine, likely leftovers from the

massage.

That masseuse went overboard.

The penthouse was expansive, and it took Leanne a moment to locate him. She finally found Curtis leaning against the hallway wall, a cigarette in hand. Half of it had already burned down, its smoke curling upwards, filling the corridor with its scent.

He took a deep drag, inhaling the sharp nicotine to quell the rising irritation that threatened to burst through his chest.

A simmering anger bubbled within him, with nowhere to go. He feared losing control and frightening Leanne if he stayed any longer.

When hearing the door, his gaze flicked over, his eyes still shadowed with a residual

sternness.

Only when he saw Leanne did the icy look dissipate, and he stubbed his cigarette in the ashtray.

“Why did you come out?” Curtis ushered her back into the room and shut the door. “It’s smoky out there.”

tobacco on him, mingling with his usual

spa today. I

left you looking like that?” Curtis’ suppressed vexation was surfacing again,

washed over her heart. When hearing Curtis’ concern, she forgave him. “The masseuse

defending that guy

eyes.

What?

between them, during which

indifferently. “What a strong

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time you get jealous, can you at least

soft as he reached to embrace her, but

her arms.

words, before spinning on her

as he

bedroom door, nearly slamming

all night to smooth things over.

entire evening explaining her encounter with the handsome young man with the

soon caught up in a whirlwind of tasks, too busy

out for drinks, but all she could hear on the other end was