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

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Chapter 11 Leanne was baffled by the sudden attention thrust upon her, like being singled out by a teacher during class, with all eyes fixated on her, particularly being urged to lock eyes with Curtis.

Eye contact? Serious? In front of a bunch of elders, no less.

And Mary had instigated this nonsense. She had no choice but to comply, biting her lip and turning her head his way.

But she still didn't want to look at Curtis, fixating instead on the dark pattern of his tie.

Curtis lowered his eyes to her, while Leanne's expression was tight, stubborn as a mule, staring at his chest but avoiding his gaze.

Looking rather gloomy at the scene, Mary asked, "Anne, why won't you look into his eyes?" Leanne sighed internally, her gaze reluctantly lifting to meet Curtis' downturned eyes.

Their gazes locked, unobstructed, at an intimate distance.

Curtis watched her silently, his expression unusually earnest.

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Leanne's eyes were stunning, akin to two shimmering pearls, glowing with a serene light, radiating a calm strength.

When she smiled, her eyes sparkled brilliantly as if the entire universe's stars were within them.

Looking directly into someone's eyes was a vulnerable act, magnetic fields intertwined, tendrils pulled, sparking endless chemical reactions every second.

The surroundings fell silent. All noise vanished as if the bickering and hostility dissipated at that moment.

Nothing else mattered but the person before them.

Slowly, a subtle ripple began to stir in Curtis' heart.

Maddox and Phillip were watching, and Leanne couldn't feel more embarrassed.

She pursed her lips, counting down the seconds, eager to endure this minute and be done with it.

Curtis' lips curved into a more pronounced smile, his breath brushing lightly against Leanne's nose at twenty- nine seconds.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked, bewildered.

"If I feel like laughing, I laugh," Curtis replied, unable to explain why he found it impossible to suppress his mirth looking at her.

His eyes shimmered with amusement as gentle ripples spread out, he is because you have a funny face." What the hell? Leanne didn't want to entertain him, but their steady gaze made her acutely aware of the shifts in his expression.

It was like strings of cheese stretching, sticky and tender, suggesting gentleness as if enveloped in his deep affection, Leanne felt his gaze on her, causing her long eyelashes to tremble involuntarily.

However, she knew those eyes that gazed at her with such depth were equally adept at deceit.

She reminded herself not to fall for it again. Because he could look at a dog with the saffectionate gaze.

Maddox, a corporate titan, couldn't fathom why he was there witnessing his son and former daughter-in-law engage in such an affectionate staring contest, worrying it might in such an affectionate staring contest, reflect sbizarre personal interest.

He cleared his throat, ready to suggest they stop and join dinner, but Mary glared at him.

"Keep it down! Don't disturb them!" Maddox was speechless.

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There was no denying Mary's tactic was effective. Curtis' irritation had melted away, Vike chocolate, gooey and soft. He wrapped his arm around Leanne's waist, pulling her into his embrace.

Despite knowing he was in a no-win situation, he cast all thoughts aside.

All he wanted was to kiss her and nothing else seemed to matter.

Mary smirked, thinking her schworked.

Holding Leanne's slender waist, Curtis felt Adam's apple bab, his hose grazing klers, Yeady Leto kiss. As he leaned in, Leanne turned her face away.

"A minute's up." she stopped him.

Curtis froze.

Leanne stepped back from his embrace, his face losing the tender smile as her movement broke the connection. ☐ ☐☐☐☐ ☐ X

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