Chapter 44
Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo )
Chapter 44
In her dream, snowflakes danced in a frenetic ballet outside the window as Leanne lay beneath the powerful heat of Curtisâ body, her soft gasps swallowed by fervent kisses. His voice, tender enough to wring water from, whispered endearments in her ear, âAnneâ¦â Then, she was swallowed by a raucous crowd feeling as vulnerable as a snail stripped of its shell, anxiety gnawing at her.
And there was Curtis, like a god upon his celestial throne, basking in a spotlightâs glare, his lips curled in a cool and merciless smile. His voice, casual as a devilâs murmur, carried the echo of a torturous taunt, âIf I canât be with the one I love, then who I marry
doesnât matter.â
Leanne awoke amidst a torrent of sorrow, her cheeks chilled by the trail of tears she hadnât realized had fallen.
Her heart felt hollowed out, with a deep and pervasive ache tormenting her every nerve.
But she didnât know what could fill the void.
Sleep eluded her for the rest of the night. Every time she shut her eyes, the highs and lows
of Curtisâ character filled her mind.
Her fitful rest meant she woke with a splitting headache.
At work, everyone who saw her commented, âYou look terrible, whatâs wrong?â
Leanne claimed a bad nightâs sleep, to which Amy nonchalantly replied, âInsomnia again? Didnât that herbal tea I recommended fix you tun? Whatâs up now
Leanneâs sleep had indeed been troubled lately
Probably because Curtis was back in town.
âYou want a coffee?â Leanne deflected, âIâll grab you one.â
âSure,â Amy was easily distracted, âAnd grab me some chocolates.â
Leanne approached the vending machine for a canned coffee, but of course, it was just her luck. Only one can left.
She considered something else but couldnât muster any enthusiasm. Settling for a bottled iced tea, she cursed her luck as the machine jammed, the bottle tantalizingly stuck..
e tried to shake the machine, putting all her might into it, but the bottle wouldnât budge.
Leanne felt a wave of frustration.
Her luck was always rotten.
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* and out to a cab that had just pulled up
Owen you of the her, she caught her breath and goed
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