Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170 

If it had been three months earlier, maybe Leanne would have been thrilled by those 

words. 

But now, that phrase which once kept her up at night, trapped within an invisible had 

cage, 

become something she shied away from. 

“I really don’t know. I can’t figure you out, never could,” Leanne said. “You say you love me, but it doesn’t feel like love to me.” 

“I don’t love you? Then why did I go to all the trouble to convince you to go to Northwood, learning how to cook for you, serving you hand and foot like you’re royalty? What am I, a domestic god in the making, or just a bored rich kid playing at being a servant? 

I panicked when I couldn’t reach you for a few hours, dropping everything at work to come find you? ElitePinnacle was just taking off, gunning for its first major IPO project, and it all fell apart because I walked out. 

When Derek White took you into that club room, I was so frantic I kicked down the door. I waited outside your place for half an hour, just to see when Jeremy would leave? 

If I didn’t love you, would I leave a thriving career at Starlake to come back here and start over?” 

Curtis looked into her eyes, “Leanne, you can hate me, but don’t doubt my love for you.” 

He could mention anything else, and Leanne could remain cool and detached, but when he brought up those six months in Northwood, there was still something that stirred 

inside her. 

Those days drenched in sweetness, so profoundly happy, they were likely to be unforgettable for a lifetime. 

Leanne was silent for a while before she spoke, “I once believed in your love. But it turned. out to be the biggest mistake of my life, and I paid a hefty price for it.” 

“How could it be a mistake? I practically laid my heart bare for you, and you can’t feel it at all?” Curtis’ voice was hoarse, “Leanne, how can your heart be so cold?” 

Leanne exhaled slowly, easing the disrupted nerve back into place, striving to stay clear-headed. 

“Don’t you get it? Whether or not you truly love me, what your relationship with Suzan is, it doesn’t matter to me anymore.” 

“I’m done begging for your love.” She said it so calmly, so clearly, that Curtis was filled with a helpless feeling. 

She was like a handful of running water, impossible to hold onto. 

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The nearly sub-zero temperatures on the mountaintop were bone-chilling, the wind so fierce it seemed to cut through his entire being every vein cold. 

After a long pause, he asked again, “What about you?” 

He knelt on one knee, half-squatting in front of Leanne, his eyes locked onto hers, “I crave your love. Do you love me?” 

Leanne found she still couldn’t remain completely unaffected; her heart skipped a beat at the question. She wasn’t sure if her expression gave anything away, she hoped not. 

She remained silent, the Misty Mountain holding its eternal, distant hush as golden light 

cascaded over the sea of clouds.