Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 380

Leanne was exhausted, and when her body touched the bed, she was ready to drift off into sleep, forgetting her usual bouts of insomnia. Curtis wrapped his arms around her, gazing at her peaceful face under the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

The room was silent in the dead of night, her breathing slow and even, reminiscent of a cat luxuriating in a lazy morning nap.

During his two years in Starlake, he had longed for moments like these.

Curtis watched her for a moment, his fingers itching to touch her. He gently played with her eyelashes, so long and curly, fluttering like tiny fans.

Leanne's eyelashes twitched at the touch, and she briefly opened her sleepy eyes to look at him before closing them again, unguarded and serene.

Her nose was cute, too, perky and delicate. Curtis couldn't help but lean down and kiss it softly.

She didn't even open her eyes this time.

His kiss wandered to her soft pink lips, lingering and loving. "Leanne, I love you. Do you know that?" he whispered.

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Leanne unsurprisingly overslept the next day and rushed to get dressed and out the door.

Curtis pulled her back gently. "What’s the rush?"

"I’m going to be late," she complained softly, blaming him.

He ushered her to the breakfast table. Despite having slept later and woken up earlier than her, he was the picture of vitality.

Raising an eyebrow, he teased, "You can't blame me for that. How can I fight it when your folks made you so darn cute, pretty much designed to drive me crazy?"

...

At the hospital, Leanne was indeed late. As she entered her office, she missed the peculiar looks thrown her way. She was unaware that photos of her and Curtis at last night’s glamorous charity gala had spread across the media.

The photos featured them standing side by side. Curtis was tall and striking, while she was stunning and radiant. The media had gone wild with phrases like "a match made in heaven."

Those images had circulated wildly among her colleagues, and it turned out that the Eye Department's Hottie Anne was not married to some average Joe but to the dashing and wealthy Mr. Curtis.