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

today. I just…”

suppressed vexation was surfacing again, his voice tense. “Leanne, I can’t stand seeing you

Curtis’ concern, she forgave him. “The masseuse was new and didn’t

defending that guy

lovely eyes. “She’s

What?

during which Curtis’ expression

indifferently. “What a strong

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get jealous, can you at least get your facts straight

His apology was soft as he reached to embrace

her arms.

words, before spinning on her heel and

followed, his voice softening as he

door, nearly

Curtis all night to

the entire evening explaining her encounter with the handsome young man

long, as she was soon caught up in a whirlwind of tasks, too

the other end was the endless typing, Joy’s voice laden with the