Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 340

Curtis raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Who said I didn't want to? I can’t wait to be your secret lover. Even if you were just messing with my feelings or seeking revenge, I'm all for it."

Who would have thought that the high and mighty Curtis, so imperious outside, would be so unabashed now?

Leanne retorted, "Who's messing with your feelings?"

Curtis chuckled, his gaze lazy and teasing. "If not with my feelings, why don’t you mess around with my body instead? I wouldn't mind."

"You wish," Leanne snapped back, just as Curtis turned his head and sneezed.

She grabbed a lint roller and rolled it over his shirt, picking up a good amount of cat hair. His pants were worse, the black fabric highlighting the fur even more.

He was a walking allergen now.

"You should head home," Leanne suggested. "You can't handle the air here."

The house, a quaint inheritance from her parents, wasn't large. The guest room had been converted into a study, and another recently cleared out to serve as a cat sanctuary, complete with storage for cat supplies and a climbing structure.

The climbing structure, a gift from Curtis, was crafted from sturdy oak bars forming a louvered enclosure with three tiers inside. It was as much a piece of art as it was functional.

But, despite her daily vacuuming efforts, the cat preferred her bedroom, his fur infiltrating every corner.

In this 2000 square foot home, there was no refuge for Curtis.

Regretting bringing the cat over, Curtis clutched Leanne's hand, his heart heavy with reluctance to end their evening.

He wanted to take her back to their place at Crystal Cove Villas, their shared home. The words nearly slipped out but he swallowed them back. No need to rush things.