Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 467

"Just making an analogy."

"That's an analogy you can't make," Curtis said, pulling her closer, freeing her worriedly bitten lower lip from her teeth, and gently rubbing it with the tip of his finger for comfort.

"Being your husband isn't about you sacrificing your dreams for me. Let me handle all the problems, okay? You shouldn't feel troubled over anything. Just focus on what you want to do, what you desire. And if there are obstacles, I'll clear them for you."

"How are you going to clear them?"

"Does your answer not include the option of me joining you in Cambridge?"

"You're giving up your company?" Leanne asked. "Your career focus has shifted back home. Going to Cambridge with me, and what about ElitePinnacle? You've taken a long break for me. Caleb’s starting to get gray hairs."

"I promoted him to vice president at the start of the year. Not one of those gray hairs is unearned."

Curtis held her close, a sea of tenderness in his brown eyes. "ElitePinnacle can learn to work without me, but I can't do without you guys."

"Leanne, you could stand to be more confident. You're always immovable in my world and on any scale."

Leanne sniffled and hugged his waist, leaning her weight onto him.

"Have I used up all my luck in this lifetime meeting you?"

The misfortunes of her first twenty years seemed compensated for in his presence.

Curtis felt sourness and softness in his heart, brushed the hair from her ear, and bent down to capture her soft lips.

As they kissed, a vigorous "Eh" sounded not far away, making them look up.

In the crib, Betty was energetically kicking her legs.

Only then did Leanne remember she had forgotten the pressing matter.

Curtis picked up the evenly shaken bottle from the bottle warmer, walked over, and started feeding her.

The famished Betty clutched the nipple fiercely, and Curtis, holding the bottle, casually said, "With all that energy, after you finish your milk, how about you stand up and do some jumping jacks?"