Chapter 109


    Chapter 109


    Leanne shivered as a gust of brisk autumn wind tousled her hair.


    Curtis shut the door behind him, cutting off the draft. He shrugged off his heavy coat and


    headed to the home bar


    He took a pristine ss from the shelf. The clink of its base against the countertop rang clear and


    sharp. He reached into the liquor cab and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. As Leanne was to head


    upstairs, his voice, frostbitten as if it had tumbled through a snowdrift, stopped her in her tracks.


    “You don’t think you’ve got a shot because he called off the engagement, do you?“


    Leanne’s ascent faltered, and she turned around.


    “What are you talking about?”


    The sound of ice cubes clinking filled the quiet as Curtis poured the amber liquid over them. The color


    deepened on the surface but couldn’t seep into the core of the ice.


    You’ve always had your eye on my brother. Happy to hear he’s back on the market?” He took a swig of


    his drink. “Too bad, even if you and I split, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”


    His tone,ced with scorn, stung. Leanne wanted to argue but couldn’t deny the truth in


    his words.


    Compared to Curtis, who had a knack for being cutting, she would have preferred Phillip.


    She had once asked Jennifer, why not him? Phillip was single and unattached, while Curtis had been


    with Suzan. By order of age or emotional avability, it would have made more sense for her to be with


    his brother.


    Jennifer had dismissed her as fanciful. “Phillip is the heir. He’ll take over the family


    business. His marriage must be strategic, not just to any woman.”


    Leanne had no input in the decision to marry, let alone whom to marry.


    Leanne wouldn’t have married into the Richardson family if she had a choice. If she had a choice, she


    would have chosen Phillip, not Curtis.


    1 had married your brother, it would have been better than this farce with you,” Leanne


    Curtis grip on the ss tightened. “Leanne, what dream world are you living in?” Just because you


    married me doesn’t mean you’re worthy of my brother. His marriage is a business merger, a bargaining


    chip at the negotiation table. It’s about stacking interests, consolidating resources,working…


    creating enough value for the Richardson family.”


    His voice was as loy as the drink in his hand. “Do you bring that kind of value?”


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    Chapter 110


    “Go crash in the guest room,” Leanne suggested and lowered here to avoid string any midnight gossip


    in the house.


    “Why would I ditch my bed to sleep in the quest room? Curtis voice was a low growl, barely containing


    his frustration. “Just open up.”


    Leanne stood her ground, her voice muffled through the door “Suit yourself You seem to love


    wandering off and sprawling out on that king size out in the yard, anyway.


    “Great, just perfect.” Curtis sounded ready to blow a fuse. “What did I do to warrant this? You’re like


    some karmic joke on me.”


    The silence outside the door stretched as Leanne dried her hair and settled into bed, flipping the lock


    again. As she was dozing off, there came another knock. Assuming it was Curtis, she called out


    irritably, “Can’t you just call it a night?”


    But it wasn’t Curtis. “Leanne, I’ve brought you something.” Sarah’s voice sounded from the other side.


    Leanne opened up to find Sarah bearing things like a few sets of clothes for the next day, her favorite


    skincare and makeup essentials, and her trusty phone charger.


    “Mr. Curtis had me fetch these for you.”


    Had Curtis gone out shopping amid their spat?


    While taking the items, Leanne said, “Thanks, Sarah.”


    “Don’t mention it,” Sarah replied. “Try to get some rest. You’ve got work in the morning.”


    With Sarah gone, Leanne secured the door again andy in bed, the soft glow of the floormp casting


    aforting light. But something nagged at her, and she got up, crouching to inspect the floormp


    closely. It was like the ones at Crystal Cove Vis, with no visible wires. They must have been cleverly


    hidden away. When had they installed these?


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    She had always feared the dark, prone to nightmares, so a nightlight was a must. The ring


    brightness of a tablemp was too harsh, and the dimmer ones left shadows. lurking in the corners.


    These floormps, however, traced a gentle outline around the room, banishing darkness without


    intruding on her sleep.


    But Curtis had no such need for light when sleeping..


    Leanne hadn’t paid much attention before and couldn’t recall when thesemps were installed. They


    had been there since their first night together after the wedding.


    Confounded by the intricacies of electrical wiring, she soon gave up her investigation.


    The living room downstairs was quiet, the family at rest. Having delivered her package, Sarah tiptoed


    into the kitchen for some soup and carefully opened a door to a bedroom.


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