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

Chapter 257

“I was just dropping off a hat for her. Why do you have to tag along?” Joy complained, “Little shadow.”

Yawning, Selina clung to her, “Why don’t we just crash here tonight? I’m dead tired.”

“She’s got work early in the morning, though.”

Selina snorted, “What’s with you getting off the car, carrying your big and small bags? Don’t think I don’t know you want to ditch me and sneak in for a sleepover!”

Joy retorted, “Always the clever one, aren’t you?”

They scrambled out of the elevator, hustled through the corridor, and then saw what was at the end of the hallway.

Selina’s eyes went wide, “Holy cow.”

Quick as a flash and with a few more years under her belt, Joy clamped a hand over Selina’s mouth and dragged her back.

Peeking from behind the wall, they spied with keen eyes.

The two people on the other end were too engrossed in each other to notice their arrival.

Leanne felt the warm moisture sliding over her fingertips, held gently in Curtis’ grasp, with warmth spreading up to her chest.

How could she remain indifferent?

The guy she had once been head over heels for, was now pathetically begging for

again.

She closed her eyes, feeling the tears welling up, and took a deep breath to hold it ba

Turning around, she saw Curtis, his head bowed before her, his messy hair and slight trembling shoulders.

He looked so wretched, his hands even colder than hers.

Seeing him like this didn’t bring her any joy.

“Curtis, I’m not as free-spirited as you, able to fall in love so easily and then detach even quicker. You took six months to fall for me. I took two and a half years to move on. To me, you were like the most exquisite cake in the shop window, expensive and tempting. But who knows, maybe beneath one bite lies a blade that could tear me apart. No matter how delicious, I don’t want another taste.”

Curtis looked up at her, those usually aloof eyes now rimmed with red.

“There won’t be any blades. I promise you. Have I ever broken a promise to you? Leanne,

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trust me one more time.”

His posture was as low as it could be, yet the woman in front of him seemed unmoved.

She said, “Curtis, your life is much more colorful than mine, and you’ll meet many more people. Go love someone else.”

Her heart might as well have been sliced bit by bit. It couldn’t hurt more than it did now, not even when she was deep in depression over him and concerned about him and Suzan. Now, she could magnanimously let him go love someone else.

Curtis found it hard to breathe.

“What does it matter if there are seven billion people in the world? There’s only one Leanne for me. I only want you.”

After a long pause, Leanne finally said in a steady voice, “So, you’re saying you gotta force me, is that it?”

That tone reminded Curtis of her as a child, bullied yet silent, enduring without resistance, never complaining to him.

He had protected her for so many years. How could he bear to bully her?

It was rare for him to feel so helpless in his life. He could handle the most difficult clients and the most troublesome opponents, but he was at a loss with her.

“I’m not forcing you,” his gaze was profound, his voice rough as sandpaper, “I’ll listen to you from now on, okay?”

Leanne lowered her eyelids, quietly observing him for a moment, perhaps judging his

sincerity.

“Then leave, and never show up in front of me again. Can you do that?” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

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