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.”

his usual woody cologne into a distinct scent belonging

spa today. I just…” She was

vexation was surfacing again, his voice tense. “Leanne, I

hearing Curtis’ concern, she forgave him. “The masseuse was new and didn’t mean to be so rough.”

defending

lovely eyes. “She’s a

What?

between them, during which Curtis’ expression

indifferently. “What a strong

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time you get jealous, can you

to embrace her, but she held him off with

her arms.

dice,” she said, not mincing words, before spinning on

voice softening as he

closed the bedroom door, nearly slamming it on his

all night to smooth

young man with the eight-pack abs who gave her a foot massage the other

she was soon caught up in a whirlwind of tasks, too busy to scheme against Curtis.

she could hear on the other end was the endless