Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 350

The silence in the suite was deafening, broken as he left. Leanne lingered in bed for a little longer before she got up and headed to the bathroom. Turning away from the mirror, she lifted her shirt.

Several red marks marred her shoulders and along her spine, likely leftovers from the massage.

That masseuse went overboard.

The penthouse was expansive, and it took Leanne a moment to locate him. She finally found Curtis leaning against the hallway wall, a cigarette in hand. Half of it had already burned down, its smoke curling upwards, filling the corridor with its scent.

He took a deep drag, inhaling the sharp nicotine to quell the rising irritation that threatened to burst through his chest.

A simmering anger bubbled within him, with nowhere to go. He feared losing control and frightening Leanne if he stayed any longer.

When hearing the door, his gaze flicked over, his eyes still shadowed with a residual sternness.

Only when he saw Leanne did the icy look dissipate, and he stubbed his cigarette in the ashtray.

“Why did you come out?” Curtis ushered her back into the room and shut the door. “It’s smoky out there.”

Close enough, Leanne could smell the tobacco on him, mingling with his usual woody cologne into a distinct scent belonging to Curtis.

“We went to a reputable spa today. I just...” She was cut off mid-sentence.

“Reputable? And they left you looking like that?” Curtis' suppressed vexation was surfacing again, his voice tense. “Leanne, I can’t stand seeing you hurt.”

A swell of tenderness washed over her heart. When hearing Curtis' concern, she forgave him. “The masseuse was new and didn’t mean to be so rough.”

Curtis scoffed coldly, “Try defending that guy again.”

Leanne blinked her lovely eyes. “She’s a girl.”

What?

A silence fell between them, during which Curtis' expression subtly shifted.

“A girl, huh?” he said indifferently. “What a strong girl.”