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

Chapter 265

When Curtis arrived, the party was already in full swing.

The villa was warm with the scent of wine. As he entered, a chill from the spring night clung to him.

Spotting him at the door, a group who had been slapping playing cards on their faces and standing up to greet him dropped their cards, “Curtis.”

“Carry on,” Curtis said, walking straight past them.

Leanne was still asleep on the couch.

If she was anyone else, Devin would’ve just tossed her into an empty room upstairs to sleep it off, but it was not the case for Leanne. He draped a blanket over her and stayed by her side, wary of any drunken partygoers accidentally bumping into her.

He leaned against the couch, nearly dozing off himself. Suddenly, he realized the couch. and Leanne were both empty.

Devin sprang up, “Where’s Leanne?”

Someone nearly dropped their drink, “Geez, don’t scare me like that. Curtis just carried her off.”

Despite the warmer days, the nights in March were still cold.

Curtis wrapped Leanne snugly in the blanket, carrying her out princess-style. She seemed to wake up as they stepped outside.

Barely opening her eyes, she looked at him through a haze.

Curtis hadn’t expected her to wake so soon, wondering if she’d think he broke his promise of not showing up.

“Go back to sleep,” he said softly. “When you wake up, I won’t be here.”

She didn’t respond and just looked at him for a moment longer.

“Curtis,” she said, her voice soft and slightly slurred, not quite her usual tone.

“It’s snowing.”

Curtis looked up into the empty night sky, seeing no snow.

Outside the villa, the path was quiet and lit by warm yellow lights. Carrying her, Curtis walked slowly.

“Is it snowing?” he asked patiently.

“Mhm,” Leanne nestled into him. “It’s snowing in my heart.”

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Listening to her drunken words, Curtis felt a warmth spread through him, melting like snow into heat.

They had once loved each other in a winter season.

Leanne closed her eyes again, murmuring against his shoulder, “I want a snowman.”

Where could he find her a snowman in spring?

Jake was already waiting by the car, opening the back door for them. Curtis carefully placed Leanne inside, making sure her head was supported.

He placed her coat and purse on the seat next to her, holding her in his lap.

Despite the spacious backseat, he wanted to hold her a bit longer.

Opportunities like this were rare. Drunk, she was quiet and nestled against him, seemingly falling asleep again. From NôvelDrama.Org.

Jake, accustomed to the scene, closed the door and moved to the driver’s seat.

With the heater on, the warmth in the car mixed with the alcohol and caffeine in their blood. Leanne soon began to feel restless under the heat, struggling against the tight wrap of the blanket.

Quickly, she was freed.

The cocoon around her was removed, dispersing the heat. She calmed down, her sweat a

mix of the struggle and the warmth.

Resting against Curtis, she had her breaths warm and steady, hidden in the crook of his

neck.

She was too drunk to notice the tension in him, her movements causing heat below.

Curtis adjusted her slightly, trying to ease the situation.

“This is some kind of twisted test of my self-control, isn’t it?” he sighed heavily, grabbing her hand to stop her from taking off her clothes.

Leanne, confused and disoriented, continued to fidget, her head aching slightly.

Feeling her discomfort, Curtis gently held her chin, and her lips parted reflexively, her breath sweet.

Looking at her deeply, Curtis leaned in and kissed her slowly, softly asking, “Will you be mad tomorrow?”

Without understanding, she instinctively opened up to him.

Curtis deepened the kiss, his breath growing heavier as their tongues entwined.

The unsettling restlessness seemed to calm, Leanne relaxed her furrowed brows as she

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let out a soft moan in the oxygen-deprived kiss.

Suddenly, Curtis pressed her head against his chest and commanded, “Stop the car.”

Jake quickly pulled over.

Curtis’ voice was unusually husky, “Take a cab back. I’ll drive later.”

Jake didn’t dare look back, hurriedly exiting the car.

As the car door closed, the two in the back were enveloped in an intense kiss.

Curtis lifted Leanne, spreading her knees apart.

His kisses were fierce, his touch cool yet rough, caressing her ears and neck.

Blood boiled under the skin, nerves soothed to comfort, Leanne went limp in his embrace, yielding under his kisses.

As the excitement in her blood dissipated, she felt as if floating, tumbling on clouds.

In the quiet, occasional car lights flashed by, casting long shadows under the trees.

After the fierce blaze, a tender flame remained, flickering persistently.

Leanne fell asleep, her face soft against his chest.

Curtis, holding her, felt a sweet ache, unwilling to end this chilly spring night.

He gently kissed her forehead and nose, negotiating with the sleeping figure in his arms, “Will you remember this kiss tomorrow? If it makes you mad, just forget it.”

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