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?

up, Curtis had been incredibly accommodating toward Leanne, cherishing her

car, his shirt soaking in the rain yet keeping

the wall quiver

Curtis put away the umbrella, its clear water trickling down and pooling on the floor, reflecting a

suit jacket and heard him sit on the

she didn't sit beside him but opposite, clutching his

did you find out?" she

the distance between them across the living room, feeling a lump in

We're together day and night. Do you think I can't tell when you're genuinely

or do you believe my love for you is just lip service,

surge of emotion welled up in Leanne.

you tell

bit before replying, "Because I haven't found

together," Curtis said. "Bring out the notebook from your

"You