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

Curtis' deep gaze lingered on her pale and delicate face. "So, what are you keeping from me?"

The grip that held Leanne's heart tightened, leaving her uncertain whether to drag Curtis into this fog-enshrouded, besieged situation. She still hadn't found any answers from Chuck.

The truth was in a sealed room, and she had no idea what she would face upon opening the door, nor could she find a key to enter.

In the silence that followed, Curtis set the towel on the tray, effortlessly unbuttoned his suit, and draped it over her shoulders.

He took her hand. "Let's go home and talk."

Leaving the celebration, they got into the car and remained silent on the ride home.

Sensing the unusual atmosphere, Jake was used to their small talk, if not outright cuddling. Having seen their confrontational moments, where they barely exchanged a few words before falling into cold stiffness, he found their current affection quite comforting.

But what was going on?

Curtis had been incredibly accommodating toward Leanne, cherishing her

Curtis holding an umbrella over Leanne as they got out of the car, his shirt soaking in the rain

the hydrangeas along the wall

water trickling down and

heard him sit on the couch, calling

she didn't sit beside him but opposite, clutching

find out?"

the

you think I can't tell when you're genuinely happy

you think I'm stupid, or do you believe my love for you is just lip service, that

up in Leanne. "No,

wouldn't you tell me what's

a bit before replying, "Because I haven't found the answer

said. "Bring out the

"You