Chapter 129

Chapter 129

sibly looking for

eth the world, leisurely

Leanne glared at Curtis as he rummaged throu something he’d left behind.”

It was well past midnight, and Curtis seemed

poking around here and there

Leanne, struggling to keep her eyes open, coulint resist prodding him, “What on earth are you searching for?”

He shot back. “Why do you care? Planning on keeping it for yourself?”

“Oh come on,” she scoffed, “Whatever it is, it’s not worth more than this house.”

Curtis hummed lowly, “You’d be surprised.”

Leanne, leaning against the cabinet door, pleaded, “I’m exhausted. Can you hurry up?”

“If you’re tired, go to sleep. I’ve stayed here before. It’s not like I’ll get lost,” Curtis replied nonchalantly as he pulled open a drawer and examined a pair of wooden combs he’d found inside.

They were exquisite rosewood, carved with intricate patterns, the wood exuding a subtle, rich fragrance.

“Those combs are pretty fancy. Where’d they come from?” he asked.

Leanne glanced at them, “They were a gift from Grandma for my wedding.”

Old wedding customs passed down through generations spoke of “combing once for lifelong love, twice for harmonious aging together, thrice for a house full of children.”

“Ever use them?” Curtis inquired.

Leanne, yawning with a nasal twang, admitted, “Never did.”

“No wonder we got divorced, Curtis quipped, his eyes gleaming with mischief, “See, it’s all your fault”

Leanne rolled her eyes, “Nutcase.”

She noticed, much to her surprise, he was actually still wearing his wedding band.

Through her drowsy haze, Leanne squinted at the ring for a few seconds before asking, “Why haven’t you taken off your wedding ring?”

Curtis paused, his voice casual as if the matter was of little importance, “Wore it too long. Taking it off would leave a tan line.”

Leanne was speechless.

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shower neck exposed basking in a golden hue that

Our bent down and with es

Boce crouching over her, his fingers weaving rough her fair, gently massage he

Seen Leanne was lulled back into a deep, postul sleep

Her hair spread softly across the pillow, and Clinis, perhaps out of boredom, packed g the comb and ran it through her locks

Not bad this comb,” he murmured to himself, Wonder why you never used

When Leanne woke the next morning, she found herself neatly tucked into her bed, the sunlight filtering through the curtains.

After a restless night interrupted by Curtis’ antes, she was still groggy as she sauntered downstairs after freshening up.

Laura had prepared breakfast, “I made your favorite soup.”

The sight of the lavish spread on the table, a stark contrast to her own makeshift meals lifted Leanne’s spirits a touch.

As she sipped her soup, the sound of footsteps descending the staircase caught her

attention.

Turning, she saw Curtis buttoning his cuffs, the picture of sophistication in a tailored white shirt and black trousers. His ensemble accented his broad shoulders and narrow waist, the exaggerated length of his legs..

A custom wristwatch casually adorned his wrist, its platinum face reflecting a cool, expensive sheen.

Freshly showered and dressed, Curtis looked invigorated, betraying no sign of the

late night search

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He sat across from her at the table as if nothing had changed.

“Why haven’t you left? Leanne eyed him suspiciously.

“I grew tired and needed a break,” he replied with an air of

a bowl of soup, and without comment, he began to eat gr

“You need to stop coming over, Leanne said firmly, “What pack it up and take it with you.”

ed him

And, have Laura

Being shown the door first thing in the morning was irritating to say the least.

There was a pause before Curtis let out a sneer, “In such a hurry to get rid of me, huh? Moving someone new in?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Who is it? Jeremy?” Curtis’ lips curled mockingly, “You two seem to be moving fast. We’ve only been divorced for a few days, and you’re already joined at the hip, spending

Christmas together. Did you enjoy yourself?”