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

After work, Leanne went to the parking lot, where her Phantom was in its usual spot.

Jake didn't get out to open the door for her. She was deep in thought and didn't notice, opening the door herself and getting in.

The car started and pulled out of the hospital parking lot, the familiar scenery whizzing by as she pondered how to investigate Vector Vista Bank.

Having been with the Richardson family for years, she had rarely dealt with Vector Vista. Showing a sudden and unusual interest could tip off someone as sharp and capable as Maddox.

Lost in thought, she suddenly felt something off in the silent car.

She glanced toward the driver's seat.

The orange hues of the sunset flooded the car, illuminating the man's profile, his long arms on the steering wheel, his features sharp and handsome in the play of light and shadow.

It wasn't Jake.

Curtis caught her eye in the rearview mirror, an indifferent gaze meeting hers.

"Just noticed? After being kidnapped by someone, you're still obliviously tagging along. Is your guard up only against me?"

for

Jake be a bit

from work, but

pulled the car over. "Come sit in

to the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt as Curtis said with lazy, teasing praise, "Look at you, buckling up all

he was treating her like a child, finding praise in the

eat when I'm hungry and to use an umbrella

tone playful yet mocking. "And when you see your husband, do

clue." Leanne turned her gaze forward, her

leaned closer, his handsome face inches from hers, his voice teasing. "How about Mr. Richardson

joke, Leanne felt a shiver,

you teach?"

ill-timed call interrupted Mr.

and Leanne glimpsed

and

position, Maddox was brief.

asked before stopping, well aware of his son's