Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34 

It was such a distant detail that it was barely within Curtis’ memory. 

“Do you make these two dishes a lot?” he asked. 

Laura looked sheepish as she murmured, “Well…” 

“No wonder she’s getting skinnier every year.” Curtis said icily. 

He was the kind of guy who wore a smile like an easy garment, exuding a carefree charm that led people to think he was approachable, a real easy-going fella. 

But when the smile faded, an innate and indifferent vibe emanated from him, striking a chord of intimidation. 

“She’s picky and won’t touch eggplants or lettuce. Didn’t you know that?” Curtis pressed. 

“I thought you liked them…” 

“How often am I home to eat, huh?” 

His casual retort carried an undercurrent of icy pressure that hit you head-on. 

Laura was startled, fiddling with her hands, her voice dropping to a whisper, “So, should I not make it anymore?” 

Curtis didn’t answer and meant to put out his cigarette but remembered there was no ashtray in the house. 

Stubbing out the cigarette on the eggplant dish, he left it there, got up, and headed upstairs. 

The master bedroom on the second floor was a grand suite, a living area greeting you at the entrance. Leanne was perched on a grape-purple velvet sofa, her head tilted back against the cushion, her gaze vacant. 

She had been waiting a while before she heard footsteps ascending. 

When Curtis entered, his eyes fell on her. 

Leanne’s neck was exposed under the clear light, her skin smooth and delicate, resembling flawless marble complemented by the emerald hue of her jade pendant. 

Curtis still remembered the delicate softness when he touched her skin. 

Leanne, who had been staring blankly at the light, winced slightly from the brightness and took a few seconds to register Curtis’ presence. 

Regaining composure, she sat up straight as Curtis’ attention shifted away from her, indifferent. 

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“You…” Just as Leanne was about to broach an important topic, Curtis’ attention got caught by the double bed behind her. 

“What did you hide under the blanket?” he asked. 

“Nothing…” Instinctively, Leanne turned to look as well. 

But indeed, there was a noticeable bulge in the neatly spread blanket, something that wasn’t there when she changed clothes after coming home. She hadn’t paid any attention 

to the room since. 

Curtis walked over and flipped back the blanket. To his surprise, he found a bunch of colorful little kittens, all curled up and fast asleep. 

Leanne was clueless about when the cat had stealthily hidden her litter in her bed. 

She was momentarily stunned, then amused and baffled. 

The door to the downstairs room was locked, only accessible from the outside with a key. How had the mother cat managed to break out? 

Curtis furrowed his brow immediately, dropping the blanket and stepping back, his distaste clear as day. 

Leanne quickly stood up and approached, fearing he might throw the kittens out the window in a fit of rage.