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

Curtis' deep gaze lingered on her pale and delicate face. "So, what are you keeping from me?"

The grip that held Leanne's heart tightened, leaving her uncertain whether to drag Curtis into this fog- enshrouded, besieged situation. She still hadn't found any answers from Chuck.

The truth was in a sealed room, and she had no idea what she would face upon opening the door, nor could she find a key to enter.

In the silence that followed, Curtis set the towel on the tray, effortlessly unbuttoned his suit, and draped it over her shoulders.

He took her hand. "Let's go home and talk."

Leaving the celebration, they got into the car and remained silent on the ride home.

Sensing the unusual atmosphere, Jake was used to their small talk, if not outright cuddling. Having seen their confrontational moments, where they barely exchanged a few words before falling into cold stiffness, he found their current affection quite comforting.

But what was going on?

Since making up, Curtis had been incredibly accommodating toward Leanne, cherishing her to no end, never speaking harshly, let alone showing a cold face.

Puzzled, Jake noticed Curtis holding an umbrella over Leanne as they got out of the car, his shirt soaking in the rain yet keeping her well-protected. And he thought he was worrying over nothing.

The rain made the hydrangeas along the wall quiver and scatter their petals.

When inside the house, Curtis put away the umbrella, its clear water trickling down and pooling on the floor, reflecting a warm, orange glow.

Leanne took off the suit jacket and heard him sit on the couch, calling out to her, "Come here."

Knowing he was upset, she didn't sit beside him but opposite, clutching his jacket.

"When did you find out?" she asked.

Curtis glanced at the distance between them across the living room, feeling a lump in his chest.

"I'm your husband. We're together day and night. Do you think I can't tell when you're genuinely happy or just pretending for my sake?"

He loosened his tie, his voice heavy. "Do you think I'm stupid, or do you believe my love for you is just lip service, that I don't care or sense your feelings?"

A surge of emotion welled up in Leanne. "No, I didn't think that."

"Then why wouldn't you tell me what's on your mind?"

Leanne wavered, silent for a bit before replying, "Because I haven't found the answer yet."

"Let's find it together," Curtis said. "Bring out the notebook from your bag." Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Leanne hesitated. "You saw it?"

Curtis replied, "I haven't read it. Now tell me what's inside."

He had noticed the notebook's presence but had respected her privacy too much to touch it.

He had sensed her sudden interest in Vector Vista Bank and her investigation into Chuck, so he invited the person to today's celebration to bring her along.

He wanted to know what was weighing on her mind.

After a long look between them, in his unwavering gaze that brooked no argument, Leanne took the yellowed notebook out of her bag.

"It belonged to Officer Wilbur, who was in charge of my parents' case. He used it to jot down details, and it contains some information about the cases back then."

"You're investigating your parents' case."

Leanne nodded, continuing, "The initial target was VectorVista Bank, but the police hit a wall in their investigation there, finding no useful leads whatsoever."