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.”

Leanne could smell the tobacco on him, mingling with his usual woody cologne into a

spa today. I just…” She was cut

looking like that?” Curtis’ suppressed vexation was surfacing again, his voice tense. “Leanne, I can’t stand seeing

swell of tenderness washed over her heart. When hearing Curtis’ concern, she forgave him. “The masseuse was new and didn’t mean to be so rough.”

defending that guy

her lovely eyes. “She’s

What?

between them, during

girl, huh?” he said indifferently. “What a

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“Next time you get jealous, can you at

sorry.” His apology was soft as he reached to

her arms.

she said, not mincing words, before

voice softening as he

the bedroom door, nearly

took Curtis all night to smooth things

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

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

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