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.

a crispy chicken Caesar salad and a seafood risotto, aromatic and rich with flavors,

the afternoon sunlight poured in. Curtis had spent

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

leisurely, Curtis said, "I've got a meeting to attend. Take your time eating. Wait here for

good sleep.

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the office, Curtis adjusted his tie while instructing Caleb, "Cancel what you can from

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