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

Leanne was itching to know what had happened twenty years ago, but from the look of it, Curtis was in the dark as much as she was.

Who else could she turn to? Who could she trust?

If her parents' demise was in the Richardson family's hands, how was she supposed to face Mary and Curtis?

The sudden pressure and whirlwind of thoughts were too much for Leanne's mind to handle.

"What was your uncle like?"

"He was a character, not as stern as Dad. He's taught me how to swim."

Curtis had a special bond with his uncle during his younger years, far more than the strict and solemn Maddox. During those years when he felt misunderstood and lived recklessly, Curtis sometimes thought his Uncle Hanley, the second child like him, could empathize with him.

Leanne fiddled with his button. "Were you close to him?"

"Yeah, but it's been twenty years. I might not even recognize Uncle Hanley if I bumped into him." Curtis let his eyes drop in a lazy way, his silence hanging heavy for a few moments, "Are you aiming to get me undressed?"

gaze, Leanne noticed she had almost

to smooth it back

hand, holding it in his, and leaned down to

After a while, Curtis asked her,

take twelve days off at the end of

we go to Iceland?"

up

Circle, a land of ice and fire, with its polar glaciers and lava volcanoes, not to

teach me

squinted. "When did I teach

him, mentioning that day Suzan shared

didn't teach her. That day you weren't there, it was

was giving you a hard time," Leanne stated boldly,

bad," Curtis admitted, sliding to his knees in a playful

entered to deliver documents, he saw the office curtains