Chapter 45
Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo )
Chapter 45
Leanne dnever set foot in Curs company
When EitePinnacle was just a fledgling firm their relationship had hit an alitime low
But as ElitePinnacle rose to prominence on Bullion Boulevard growing at an unrivaled pace to join the ranks of the worldâs top investment banks Leanne remained a stranger to the land of Emberland throughout more than two years Curtis spent here
She didnât know where he lived there, nor had she ever been invited
She wasnât about to be brave enough to barge in where she wasnât welcome
Just like when Curtis had decided to move to Emberland his recent decision to return stateside to further his career hadrit included a conversation with Leanne
Whether it was business or personal affairs, he never felt the need to include her
Towering skyscrapers pierced the clouds. As Leanne stepped out of her car, she shrugged off her white lab coat.â
She had rushed out in such a hurry that she had forgotten to change out of her coat Walking into a corporate office looking like she was about to perform a medical examination would raise a few eyebrows.
She might as well be chasing down a runaway patient from a psychiatric ward.
Upon entering the building, the receptionist held her up.
7âm here to see Curtis, Leanne said.
The receptionist gave her a few extra looks when she heard her call Curtis by his first name. After confirming she didnât know Leanine, the receptionist asked by the book, âDo you have an appointment?â
A spur of the moment thought had led Leanne here, without any prior plan to make an
appointment.
She was so unused to this process. The notion of needing an appointment to see her husband hadnât even crossed her mind.
Just
e receptionist nodded to someone, âMr. Caleb.â
urry, nodded back and was about to walk right past when he caught sight of on at the reception and came to an abrupt halt, his eyes widening in surprise as landed on Leanne.
âWhat are you doing here, my lady?â He refrained from calling her Mrs. Richardson in public, a consideration Leanne pretended not to understand.
âIs Curtis in?â
âMr. Richardson flew out to Emberland the day before yesterday. He still has some matters to attend to there.â replied Caleb.
Leanne nodded.
Curtis came and went as he pleased, and she was always the last to know.
Caleb glanced at his watch, âIf itâs urgent, you could try giving him a call. Itâs ten at night over in Emberland. Mr. Richardson probably hasnât retired for the evening yet.â
Leanne nodded, âAlright. You go on with your day.â
The receptionist, noticing Calebâs respectful demeanor towards Leanne and considering his position as Curtisâ right-hand man, deduced that Leanne must be someone of significance, especially with her striking looks.
The young receptionist at the desk couldnât take her eyes off Leanne, a mix of curiosity and panic in her gaze, fearful she had inadvertently offended someone important and would pay for it later. â
As Leanne turned to leave, seeing the girlâs near-tearful remorse, she offered a comforting word, âDonât worry. Youâre about to bite through your lip.â
Her tone was as gentle as her expression.
The receptionist blinked in confusion, but Leanne had already turned and walked away.
Stepping out of the office building, a cold breeze swiftly penetrated her sweater, sending chills to her skin.
Leanne pulled out her phone and dialed Curtisâ number.
The metallic gray of the central business districtâs architecture gave off an air of modernity, and the natural stone paving of the streets looked cold and unwelcoming.
Leanneâs hands quickly grew numb.
Curtis used to warm her hands, sometimes even tucking them inside his coat for faster relief. The heat from his firm waist muscles would seep through the fabric, enveloping Leanneâs icy fingers in a cozy warmth.
At those moments, she would always be wrapped in his embrace.
took awh
re the phone was finally answered.
mouth, but the courage that had propelled her here vanished without a
colded herself internally, feeling as reliable as a nervous horse on the battlefield.
she wasnât even sure if the Without a word from her, and none from the other end