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.”

him, mingling with his

reputable spa today. I just…” She was cut off mid-sentence.

left you looking like that?” Curtis’ suppressed vexation was surfacing again, his voice tense.

concern, she forgave him. “The

scoffed coldly, “Try defending

blinked her lovely eyes. “She’s a girl.”

What?

silence fell between them, during which Curtis’ expression

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

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jealous, can you at least get your facts

soft as he reached to embrace her, but she held him

her arms.

dice,” she said, not mincing words, before spinning on her heel and striding

followed, his voice softening as he

the bedroom door, nearly slamming it on his nose.

took Curtis all night to smooth things

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

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

calling her to go out for drinks, but all she could hear on the other end was the endless typing, Joy’s voice laden with