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

Her movements were too sluggish, and Curtis scooped her back into his arms with a chuckle. "Angry, huh?"

Leanne turned her head away, her pout directed at him. "No."

Curtis couldn't help but laugh, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, whispering enticingly, "Come on, no sulking. Let's go home, yeah? I'll make it worth your while."

At that moment, Leanne didn't grasp the full implication of his words. She was five months pregnant, and the medical advice suggested it was safe to be intimate, as the baby was securely situated. Yet, Curtis feared for her well-being. He gently removed her clothes, kissing her tenderly, stirring her desires.

When his warm breath touched her most sensitive spots, Leanne instinctively tried to push him away, but her hands were caught and pinned down on the silk sheets.

"Curtis..." she sounded slightly panicked, calling out his name.

"Easy there, sweetheart," Curtis' voice, thick with desire, soothed her, "Stay still."

The dim light cast a soft glow over the bed, highlighting her smooth skin against the tender sheen of the light blue silk, her entire body flushing with arousal.

The sheets crumpled in her grasp, and her moans filled the room with a sultry warmth, blending with the soft light into a honeyed ambiance.

Afterward, when Curtis cleaned up and unearthed Leanne from beneath the covers, her face was as red as a tomato.

She tried to snatch the blanket back, clearly not pleased. "What are you doing?"

Every strand of her hair seemed to scream embarrassment, causing Curtis to raise an eyebrow, teasing her for her ostrich-like wish to hide away. "We're having a baby, darling. Pretending we're strangers now?"

Only then did Leanne glance at him, her gaze falling upon his lips and her face flushing deeper.

She looked away, forcing herself to calm down.

Curtis lay down, pulling her into his embrace. "Feeling good?"

"Yeah," Leanne muttered softly.

"Or do you prefer my fingers, or maybe my..."

"Shut up..." Leanne punched him playfully in the chest, burying her face there to escape reality. "I want to sleep. No talking."

Curtis kissed her hair, chuckling. "You're too adorable."

The weekend arrived, and Curtis was home.

Leanne slept in, waking to his call for brunch. He had prepared a creamy chicken noodle soup with wild mushrooms and tenderly stewed meat.

As they were eating, the boisterous voices of Joy and Selina echoed from the pond.

"Can we skate on this ice?"

"Why don't you give it a try?" Selina egged her on.

"What if the ice breaks and I fall in? Would you rescue me?"

"You're insane, you know. In this freezing water, we'd both be goners!"

"And you knew the water's cold but suggested I try?"

Selina was unapologetic. "It was your idea to skate! How am I in the wrong for encouraging you?" Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Devin's disdainful remark interrupted their squabble. "Why don't you both go in? Idiots."

Almost instantly, they united against him.

"You're asking for it!"

"Wait till I tell Leanne you tried to drown us in the pond!"

Devin scoffed, "As if I can't tell on you myself."

Amused by their childish bickering, Leanne glanced at Curtis busily replying to emails, who suggested without looking up, "Maybe we should install an IQ scanner at the door. It'd be quieter." S

Upon entering, Joy caught the delightful aroma, sniffing eagerly. "What are you eating?"

"Chicken noodle soup." Seeing Joy's almost drooling, Leanne was about to offer her some.

Curtis glanced over. "There's chicken and noodles in the kitchen. Make it yourself."

"Stingy," Joy muttered, "Couldn't you have made more?"

"And another for me," Selina chimed in.

Still in shock, Devin pointed at Leanne's mouth-watering chicken noodle soup. "Curtis, you made this? You can cook, huh?"

Devin's jaw dropped as Curtis casually replied, "Making a big deal out of nothing."

To Devin, and probably everyone

else, Curtis was the quintessence of

luxury, accustomed to good food and impeccable service, his hands never sullied by mundane chores or even pouring his drink.

"I've never had your cooking." Devin felt a hint of envy, his eyes drifting to Leanne's plate, his mouth watering

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"Curtis, could you make more for us?"

Curtis was at a loss for words.