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

Leanne was confused.

Curtis flicked on the light switch, leisurely straightening his shirt collar that had gotten tousled during their previous scramble, regaining his dapper, gentlemanly appearance.

He reached for the door handle, ready to leave.

Suddenly, Leanne grabbed his wrist.

Curtis looked down, a hint of amusement rising in his eyes. "What? Want more kisses?" he teased. He pulled her close again, leaning in. "Then let's have another moment."

Her cheeks flaming red, Leanne pushed his face away without mercy, pulling a tissue from her purse and thrusting it at him with a touch of irritation. "Wipe it off."

Curtis realized something, his thumb brushing over his lips. Her lipstick had smudged onto him.

His eyes twinkled with more amusement, refusing her tissue. "You help me."

Leanne refused. "Do it yourself."

Utterly composed, Curtis admired himself in the mirror. "This shade looks quite fetching on me. Maybe I should go out like this to give it a free promo.

couldn't bear

out a tissue, pressed it to

"You're cleaning your husband's lips, not

"It's your fault."

trace, ensuring no smudge left before she

mirror, fixing herself up, reapplying the lipstick

lounged against the wall behind him, arms crossed, watching her touch up her makeup with

while, he stood straight, walked over, and took the lipstick from her hand, lifting her chin

"Let me do this."

skills, Leanne tried

"Don't blame me if it

She reluctantly stayed still.

for the first time, Curtis was

were slow and meticulous, his gaze fixed

cupid's bow was adorable, and her lower lip, plump and full, was a soft peach without makeup, turning a vivid, bright red once the lipstick was on. To make

suddenly stopped, wiping off what he had just applied

immediately showed an "I knew you couldn't do it" expression, turning to check in the mirror. "Did you smear

holding her chin. "I just changed my mind. I