Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel 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 stay.

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.