Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 450

"My hands are so frozen they might as well be stones, and yet you're still going at it like there's no tomorrow. Planning on giving up surgery?"

The icy chill of her hands was soon enveloped by a warm embrace as Leanne looked down, murmuring, "It's not too bad..."

Before she could finish, Curtis scooped up her dangling left hand, warming it within his own.

His fingers brushed against her wedding ring, caressing it a few times without a word.

Leanne made no attempt to pull away. Snowflakes settled on Curtis' coat shoulders, his warmth transferring to her.

It was unclear whether he was warming her hands out of kindness or he was finally having her before him after longing for her day and night. Curtis wanted to cherish the moment. He warmed her hands further, then pressed them against his face and lips.

His dark lashes partially lowered, catching snowflakes, as he tenderly kissed her cold fingertips.

Gradually, the warmth seeped into Leanne's bones, thawing the chill. After a while, she suddenly asked, "How long has it been since you shaved?"

Curtis stiffened his expression, his hand instinctively reaching for his chin. He had been here for a few days, living alone, neglecting to shave.

"Does it look that bad?"

Leanne replied, "It's not too bad, not really ugly."

Curtis knew she was trying to comfort him. She never liked his unkempt appearance.

"I'll shave now. Will you wait for me?"

Leanne nodded, agreeing, "Go ahead."

Her eyes were serene and gentle. Curtis lingered for a few seconds, unmoving.

"Forget it. You won't wait," he said, understanding her as well as he understood himself.

"Can you bear with it a little longer?" he coaxed tenderly, his eyes full of deep affection, "I haven't seen you in so long. I just want to look at you."

He had secretly visited Leanne's Castle several times. She was unaware.

Thankfully, the cat knew better than to tell, even though it had rubbed against his legs enough times to leave a mark.

The snow blanketed the branches, heralding another winter season.

That year, the snow had blocked the roads. He had spoken of living in seclusion here forever. Had they never left the mountain, would all that followed have been avoided?

But all the what-ifs were pointless since they would never come to pass.

After staying outside for a while, Leanne began to feel the cold creeping in.

"I should go."

"Alright," Curtis replied.

As she stood and descended the steps, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind.

Curtis' voice fell softly from above her head, "Just a little more time."

Leanne thought he was asking her to stay a bit longer, but after he spoke, he let her go.