Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 391

It was undeniable that Xenia was a beauty. Standing under the moonlit gazebo, her figure was ethereal, the kind of sight that would make even a woman like Leanne pause in admiration.

But her gaze was brief.

"It's a bit chilly."

They were near the lily pond, and the evening breeze was cool. Curtis walked over and drew Leanne close into his embrace, shielding her from the wind.

"Why were you gone so long?"

"I took a wrong turn," Leanne said innocently, her face an open book of feigned confusion. "All those flowers and bushes look alike. It's hard to tell them apart at night."

"Getting lost in your backyard?" Curtis raised an eyebrow in amusement. "This garden has your name on it. If you stomped your foot, you'd think the local spirits would come out to guide you."

Leanne rolled her eyes. "I'm not exactly Alice in Wonderland, you know."

"Maybe next time bring the cat along," Curtis suggested casually. "It's got sharp eyes and can tell the difference between two similar things."

People often failed to see the similarities between themselves and others, so Leanne completely missed his subtle hint.

She held the cat in her arms, then extended her hand towards him, palm open. Resting in her pale hand was a blooming rose.

Its white petals, tinged with a soft pink at the edges, resembled a butterfly poised for flight.

"For you."

On her way back from dropping off Violet, she had spotted the rose peeking over the garden wall, blooming with vivacious tenacity.

Perhaps it was the moment of happiness that inspired Leanne to take a detour and pluck one.

Curtis eyed the flower, his gaze softening. "Got lost picking this for me?"

He touched the petal, its velvet softness sending a gentle wave of emotion through him, softening his usually detached expression.

"I should frame this. It's the first flower you've ever given me."