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

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Chapter 67 His voice was a drawl, heavy with the remnants of sleep, "Creeping around in the dead of night, I thought we had a burglar on our hands! "I wasn't creeping," Leanne retorted, her tone defensive. "You..." She was about to ask what he was doing there when it suddenly hit her. They'd gone skiing today.

The ski resort was just a stone's throw away. They must have decided to stay nearby after hitting the slopes. So then... Did he bring Suzan here? Leanne's heart clenched tight, as if someone had yanked the oxygen from her lungs, leaving her gasping for air. Was Curtis really that desperate? Couldn't he at least wait until the divorce papers were signed? Was that too much to request? Descending the staircase, Curtis caught her eye, and Leanne noticed a suspicious red mark on his neck.

Despite the room's cozy temperature, a chill cascaded down her spine, leaving a trail of cold in its wake.

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She clenched her fists, turned, and strode away.

Behind her, the sound of rummaging followed, then Curtis' voice: "Where's the first-aid kit?" Leanne's voice was tight, strained, "Second drawer on your right." Curtis pulled open the drawer and retrieved the kit. Just as Leanne was about to step away, he asked, "Which one's for allergies?" Leanne didn't want to deal with him, "Look it up yourself." Curtis snorted, “Dr. Castillo, such an angel in white. Your cat givesallergies, and you shirk responsibility? Where are professional ethics you've got?" Then, he casually threatened, "If you don't want to take responsibility, that's fine by me. But don't blme when I chuck those cats into the snow." Cats its were subordinate to the master.

Leanne stood still for two seconds, then, teeth gritted, she turned back.

"Givethe kit." Curtis glanced at her before handing it over.

Chapter 67 The house had been uninhabited for a while. Many of the medicines were expired. Leanne found only one ointment that was still good.

"Apply once or twice daily. We're out of loratadine, so make sure you take swhen you get back," she instructed.

Curtis didn't take it, instead, he slumped onto the couch and yanked open his collar, "Help me." Leanne didn't move, "You can have the person upstairs help you." Curtis lifted a lazy eyelid, "Upstairs? Who? Is this place haunted or something?" Suzan wasn't here? Leanne watched him for a moment, searching his face for lies. When she found none, she reluctantly approached to apply the ointment.

A large patch of an allergic rash marred the right side of Curtis' neck. The earlier spot wasn't a love bite, likely scratched by his own doing.

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His seated position cast shadows, so Leanne had to bend down to see better, her forefinger spreading the ointment over the rash, massaging it in.

She was thorough, but Curtis suddenly made a noise ofdiscomfort dodging his head to the side, "Doing that on purpose?" "Did I hurt you?" Leanne was unimpressed by his sensitivity, "I wasn't pressing hard." "I mean, stop breathing on my neck." Leanne was speechless, "Even a barnacle needs to breathe." Curtis' brown eyes fixed on her and he drawled, "You're makingerect."

Leanne's face flared crimson in an instant, her cheeks burning, "That's your problem, pery.XShe straightened up, intending to walk away, but Curtis caught her wrist, a deft pull landing her on his lap. "Let go!"

Trying to stand, Leanne found herself restrained by his broad, streng hands gripping her legs, not only holding her in place but pulling her closer. His body's response was unmistakably conveyed through the fabric to Leanne. His body was heated with the dick erect.

The familiar surroundings and the extremely intimate position quickly revived memories of times spent on that very couch.

Her blush deepened, spreading down her neck. The alcohol from earlier seemed to boil in "Callingleaning siinse to the lips to sniff (ban X

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