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

Curtis leaned down and kissed his daughter's forehead as she drifted into sleep, "Go get some rest."

Once they vanished up the stairs, Curtis pulled out a card, holding it between his fingers, and made a straightforward offer: "There's a monthly limit of a hundred grand on this card, spend it however you wish, wherever you wish."

Larson replied, "Deal."

Curtis tossed the card over, Larson pocketed it, and left.

Three hours later, Curtis and Leanne were in the living room, keeping their energetically awake daughter, Betty, company with puzzle assembling when sounds of a car echoed from the driveway.

Several delivery folks from various stores arrived, unloading heaps of parcels and bags into the house.

Betty perked up and warmly greeted the newcomers with a chirpy "Hi!"

Larson sauntered in, now dressed in a fresh outfit consisting of a tank top and casual denim jeans.

Leanne glanced at Curtis, puzzled, "Didn't you say he couldn't settle in here and went to stay with friends?" Curtis' gaze turned icy as he looked towards the door, "Explain."

Larson shrugged, "My friend got locked up."

That left Curtis and Leanne speechless.

What an irrefutable reason.

you eaten?" Leanne asked, "There's some apple pie left in the kitchen, do

"Sure."

headed to the kitchen, while Larson sprawled on the couch, clearly having chosen their place as his new home. Curtis merely glanced at him, opting not to comment in front of his wife and daughter. Leanne came back with the apple pie, and Larson turned on his

out to take it, his physique somewhere between a teenager's and

cousin made it

delight his wife and daughter with tasty treats. Coincidentally, both

the apple pie, complimenting Curtis tauntingly, "Cousin, you're sure a

him, and after a while, when Betty needed to use the restroom, Leanne took

cost of living in Emberland get so high that a

at his sleeveless top, "It's

penniless

was casual, but

finishing his pie, Larson put down the plate,

chuckled lightly,

jealous of

vel.ne

and twentieth years, guess how many years

Betty left with him and stretching his legs out, Curtis spoke

But