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

Lying on the rough frame of Curtis, Leanne knew it wasn't as comfy as a plush mattress, but she slept soundly for nearly three hours.

Waking up, she instinctively stretched, feeling the grip around her waist tightened. "Awake?" Curtis asked, securing her in his embrace while his other hand held a tablet, browsing some venture capital projects.

Glancing at the clock, Leanne realized she had slept longer than expected while Curtis had held her the whole time.

"Aren't your arms sore? Why didn't you wake me up?"

"If I can't even hold you for a little while, how can I call myself your husband?" he chuckled, setting aside the tablet to pinch her reddened cheek softly. "Hungry? How about we get up and grab something to eat?"

Nodding, Leanne slipped off his lap, put on her shoes, and freshened up in the bathroom.

When she returned, Caleb had brought in their ordered lunch.

risotto, aromatic and rich

they raised the curtains, the afternoon sunlight poured in. Curtis had spent

was enjoying her lavender honey-glazed carrots when she overheard the secretary updating Caleb

fork leisurely, Curtis said, "I've got a meeting to attend. Take your time

a good sleep. "I was thinking of

"Let Secretary Flora take

what you can from the end-of-month schedule

weeks? That was nearly impossible for someone with

might as well suggest shutting down

motto had recently shifted from work-first to "Can ElitePinnacle

Iceland trip well in advance this time. If there's any slip-up," Curtis warned as he approached

when does the Grim Reaper start saving people

this task. She was the first one at ElitePinnacle to serve the boss'