Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268 

Leanne spent the day picking a date. After work, she took Joy and Selina to Crystal Cove 

Villás. 

It had been a while since she last visited, and the house felt a lot emptier than when she 

left. 

Joy burst through the door and headed straight for the second-floor walk-in closet, rummaging through bags as if she were on a raid. 

It was Selina’s first visit, and she excitedly ran around exploring. 

“This house is gorgeous, way better taste than my dad!” 

“I love the color of these hardwood floors!” 

“And this lamp is amazing!” 

Each lamp in the villa was a designer’s custom creation, unique in design. 

The grand chandelier in the high-ceilinged living room was breathtakingly beautiful, dazzling like the Milky Way. 

And the lamp by the wall, shimmering like a mermaid’s tail, caught Selina’s eye. 

“I want that one!” 

Leanne hadn’t expected her to fixate on a lamp looking up at the wiring on the ceiling: “If you like it, take it.” 

“Let me call someone.” Selina immediately took out her phone, calling for help while saying, “The decoration in this house could buy another mansion. It’s a shame to sell it. You’re not exactly short on cash. Why not keep it?” 

Because living here hadn’t been happy for her. It was all memories, no matter good and bad. 

“It’s of no use keeping it. I won’t be coming back.” 

Better not to leave anything for herself to reminisce about. 

She was too prone to nostalgia. 

Leanne went to the bar to get a glass of water and noticed a half-full cup already sitting on the counter. 

She always cleaned and put away her cups. Laura, when she was around, cleaned diligently too. Theoretically, that cup shouldn’t have been there. 

The water was cold, its temperature revealing nothing about how long it had been there. 

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Curtis might have forgotten to put it away after taking some medicine last time he was 

here. 

Leanne washed the cup and put it back. 

Upstairs, Joy had bags scattered all over the walk-in closet, lying serenely in the middle with her hands clasped over her stomach. 

It was a somewhat eerie sight. 

“What are you doing?”