Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 343

The door shut behind her, and Leanne stood there, watching as Curtis leisurely unbuttoned his suit. A silence hung between them for a moment.

“Why did you bring me to the hotel?”

Curtis glanced over, catching the hint of wariness on her face. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth, teasingly, “Why so nervous? You said you were tired. So I took you here for a nap, that’s all.”

“I could have gone home to sleep.” As she spoke, she actually turned to leave, reaching for

the doorknob.

Curtis sauntered up behind her, his broad hand capturing her delicate wrist.

“Running off? Scared I’ll devour you?”

Leanne’s heart raced a bit faster, her tone edgy “If you’re not going to devour me, why bring me to a hotel?”

Curtis burst out laughing at that.

Realizing what she just said, Leanne felt the heat rise in her cheeks, especially as Curtis stood so close, his laughter sending vibrations through her back.

She clutched the doorknob tightly, annoyed, “Is it really that funny?”

Holding her wrist gently, Curtis didn’t pull but coaxed softly, “I worked overtime till 3 AM, cleared my schedule today just to spend time with you. If you go home, I can’t be there. How about we nap here together, is that okay?”

Leanne’s grip loosened significantly. With all the pet hair at her place, he really couldn’t

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Curtis kissed her ear lightly, his deep voice warm against her sensitive skin, “I promise I won’t devour you, okay?”

She didn’t answer, Her face was on fire, and she elbowed him slightly behind her.

Curtis grunted, whether in pain or pretense, and when she turned to look, he seized the moment to scoop her up in his arms.

Suddenly lifted off her feet, she instinctively grabbed onto him.

The penthouse suite was spacious as Curtis carried her through the living room and dining area to the master bedroom.

On the king-sized bed, he set her down gently. As he tried to straighten up, he met resistance-Leanne was still clutching his shirt.

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He chuckled, “I’ll just wash my hands and be right back.”

Flushed, Leanne let go.

When Curtis returned from the bathroom, Leanne was already snuggled under the covers, completely out of sight.

Leanne’s face was mostly covered, listening as he drew the curtains and turned on the soft, ambient light.

The strong morning sunlight was blocked out, leaving only the room’s cozy glow.

Footsteps approached the bed, and soon a warm chest pressed against her back as the corner of the covers lifted.

Her eyes

shut tight, feigning sleep.

Curtis didn’t disturb her, nor did he comment on her trembling eyelashes, strained from the effort. Instead, he just held her, his long fingers massaging her neck gently.

It seemed he truly just wanted to nap together, nothing more.

Under his skilled, gentle touch, Leanne’s body relaxed, each nerve soothed comfortably.

And so, she let her guard down.

Curtis murmured, “You want a back rub too?”

She instinctively responded, “Yeah.”

The years of long work hours had taken their toll; whether sitting or standing for extended periods, her back often ached. Curtis was great at massages, always leaving her feeling relieved.

Curtis chuckled, “I thought you were sleeping?”

Leanne opened her eyes.

Curtis leaned in, kissing her gently, his lips tender, his right hand sliding down her spine to

her waist.

While he called it a massage, his grip on her waist hinted at something more, his thumb caressing and kneading the warm skin of her abdomen.

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