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

Chapter 267

If only it were winter, it could have lasted a bit longer.

It’s a shame she hadn’t built a snowman last winter.

As she turned around, a thought jumped unannounced into Leanne’s mind.

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“I want a snowman…”

Had she ever said that to someone?

But she couldn’t remember at all.

As the weather improved, Leanne returned to the pace of life before Curtis went abroad.

But her current state of mind was much better than before.

Larissa left Stonebridge after her job ended, but she kept in touch with Leanne.

Whenever she came to Stonebridge for an event or was just passing through, she’d make a point of grabbing a meal with Leanne.

Curtis hadn’t shown up again. Whenever Leanne visited Mary at the Richardson family or took her out, she never ran into him.

Everything was moving in the direction she wanted.

This was a good thing. She had to remind herself of that multiple times.

Leanne stopped fretting over the divorce papers. If Curtis didn’t want to do something, nobody could force him.

Time would fade everything, love or hate, all the same.

When his stubbornness melted away like that snowman, divorce would be a natural

outcome.

The day she got the call from the real estate agent, Leanne was busy. The enthusiastic voice of the luxury home agent took a while to register.

“Ms. Castillo, the Crystal Cove Villas number nine you listed for sale with us has caught a

client’s interest.”

Leanne paused her typing.

“Would it be possible for you to hand over the keys so I can show the client the house?”

Leanne thought for a moment, “How about next week? I still have some things to sort

out.”

“No problem. Just let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll schedule a visit with the client.”

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“Thanks for your help.”

Hanging up, Leanne stared at the unfinished medical record on her computer, lost in thought.

When Curtis insisted on giving her the marriage house, she had many reservations. After completing the transfer, she contacted a luxury real estate agent to sell it on her behalf.

The villas in Crystal Cove Villas were worth a fortune, priced in billions, and not easy to sell. A few months passed, and she nearly forgot about it.

After finishing her work, Leanne called Joy.

Joy was probably venting about something at work again, cursing Austin as part of her daily routine when she picked up.

Leanne laughed, “Aren’t you two doing well? Why the anger?”

“I keep my professional and personal life separate. Flirt when it’s time to flirt and curse when it’s time to curse,” Joy explained earnestly. “Take my advice. Never get involved with your boss. Switching between boss and colleagues every day is driving me crazy.”

Leanne thought about Ruben’s face, “Thanks for the heads-up, but I’m not interested.”

“So, why did you call? Want to catch up on our progress?” Joy asked. “We didn’t kiss today.”

Leanne evaporated her exhaustion with her laughter.

“I’m planning to sell the Crystal Cove Villas. There’s a lot of stuff that needs to go, and I don’t have space for it. Take whatever you like.

She never had a strong desire for those designer bags. After all, carrying a Hermes to the hospital was quite conspicuous and wouldn’t improve the success rate of surgeries.

Joy liked scavenging from her but always did so modestly. She had her own theory.

“It’s sustainable development. Take one at a time, since there are so many. If I take too much at once, he’d notice, and that might end the supply. Plus, he might even call the cops on me.”

But now things were different.

Everything in that house belonged to Leanne.

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Joy, like a person revived at death’s door, jumped up: “What time do you get off work? I’ll hire a truck and come over!”