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

Leanne was confused.

Curtis flicked on the light switch, leisurely straightening his shirt collar that had gotten tousled during their previous scramble, regaining his dapper, gentlemanly appearance.

He reached for the door handle, ready to leave.

Suddenly, Leanne grabbed his wrist.

Curtis looked down, a hint of amusement rising in his eyes. "What? Want more kisses?" he teased. He pulled her close again, leaning in. "Then let's have another moment."

Her cheeks flaming red, Leanne pushed his face away without mercy, pulling a tissue from her purse and thrusting it at him with a touch of irritation. "Wipe it off."

Curtis realized something, his thumb brushing over his lips. Her lipstick had smudged onto him.

His eyes twinkled with more amusement, refusing her tissue. "You help me."

Leanne refused. "Do it yourself."

Utterly composed, Curtis admired himself in the mirror. "This shade looks quite fetching on me. Maybe I should go out like this to give it a free promo.

Leanne couldn't bear the embarrassment.

Resigned, she pulled out a tissue, pressed it to his lips, and rubbed vigorously.

Curtis hissed, "You're cleaning your husband's lips, not scrubbing a table. Be gentle."

"It's your fault."

Leanne meticulously cleaned off every trace, ensuring no smudge left before she felt relieved.

She stood before the mirror, fixing herself up, reapplying the lipstick he had smeared.

Feeling inexplicably content, Curtis let the irritation smooth out under her gentle touch. He lounged against the wall behind him, arms crossed, watching her touch up her makeup with interest.

After a while, he stood straight, walked over, and took the lipstick from her hand, lifting her chin with his finger.

"Let me do this."

Distrusting his skills, Leanne tried to take it back.

Curtis playfully warned, "Don't blame me if it smears."

She reluctantly stayed still.

Applying makeup for the first time, Curtis was inexperienced but enthusiastic.

His movements were slow and meticulous, his gaze fixed on Leanne's lips.

Her cupid's bow was adorable, and her lower lip, plump and full, was a soft peach without makeup, turning a vivid, bright red once the lipstick was on. To make it easier for him, she parted her lips slightly, revealing a hint of pink tongue inside.

Midway through, Curtis suddenly stopped, wiping off what he had just applied with a tissue.

Leanne immediately showed an "I knew you couldn't do it" expression, turning to check in the mirror. "Did you smear it?"

"No," Curtis said, turning her face back to him by holding her chin. "I just changed my mind. I want to kiss you." This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Leanne struggled, but Curtis coaxed in a low voice. "Just a kiss, then you can go."

Mary had sent Joy and Selina to find Leanne. After shouting across the second and third floors, their voices nearly hoarse, they returned to the grand hall. Joy grabbed a glass of wine and gulped it down, and her competitive spirit flared. "I swear I will find them no matter what!"

"No need to look anymore," Mary said with a smile.

Joy followed her gaze and turned around.

Two figures appeared under the dazzling crystal chandelier in the ballroom and down the grand staircase.

Tall and broad-shouldered, Curtis was impeccably in a suit with a royal check, exuding an aristocratic aura with every casual, graceful step.

Hand in hand with Leanne, he descended the stairs confidently as if no one else was there.

All eyes in the ballroom were on them. Curtis was always the center of attention wherever he went, but it was the first time he had appeared with a lady.

Whispers spread among the guests, speculating about the stunning woman's identity.

Finally, as Curtis and Leanne reached the bottom of the stairs, guests seized the opportunity to greet and make small talk. With a smile, Curtis wrapped his arm around Leanne's waist, introducing her.

"My wife, Leanne."