Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 384

Curtis changed his shoes and walked over to her, his gaze softening as he tilted his head to examine her expression. "Have you been crying?"

Leanne wanted to deny it. She thought that the emotional surge from her nightmare earlier didn't count as crying.

Before she could respond, Curtis continued, "You were crying when you called me, weren't you?"

Despite her efforts to appear nonchalant, he had detected the subtle quiver in her voice.

People can deal with hardships; it's the comfort that really touches their heart. The unease Leanne had managed to quell found its way to the surface again.

Uncharacteristically, she clung to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and nestling into his embrace.

Curtis was surprised. "Miss me that much?"

He often joked about his charm, and Leanne pinched him on the waist in response.

"I dreamed about my parents," she said, revealing her deep-seated trauma. The untimely death of her parents was a wound unlikely to ever fully heal.

"I'll stay with you tonight."

Curtis carried her back to bed. The cat, sprawled belly-up on the bed, lazily flicked its tail in greeting.

"Another little lazybones," Curtis chuckled as he scooped up the cat and placed it in its plush, seldom-used cat bed, saying to the puzzled feline, "You're a big kid now. Sleep on your own."

The bedroom was dimly lit. He shut the door, slipped under the covers, and Leanne curled into his arms.

She snuggled against his chest, the faint smell of cologne mixed with a hint of whiskey on him, "You haven’t changed clothes."

What she was trying to say was that maybe tonight could be an exception, allowing him to taint her bed just this once.

Curtis, with a playful lift of his eyebrows, teased, "Should I take them off?"

"Never mind," Leanne said, preemptively inching away from him.

Curtis laughed at her defensive move, playfully accusing, "Let's just sleep tonight, no funny ideas."

Leanne was speechless.

Curtis glanced at her expression. "Of course, if you can't resist me and decide to make a move, I might just surrender. After all, I’m not that chaste."

Leanne turned away, "I don’t need you to stay."