Chapter 287


    Chapter 287


    How could he let her go?


    Instead of releasing, he pulled her petite frame even closer, wrapping her entirely in his embrace.


    Leanne couldn’t break free from the iron grip that held her, her legs the only part of her still free to


    move, so she kicked at his legs in protest.


    The kick didn’t wake him up; instead, arge hand caught her ankle.


    Half-asleep, he lifted her leg to his waist, his hand sliding up her smooth calf.


    Nuzzling into the crook of Leanne’s neck, Curtis’ voice was a groggy murmur filled with longing,


    “Honey, don’t go…”


    His hot breath against her skin soon left a blush on Leanne’s fairplexion.


    She was both angry and annoyed, pping him across the face. That seemed to finally wake him up a


    bit, his heavy eyes half-opening


    Seeing Leanne’s face flushed red, those deep, glossy eyes ring at him fiercely.


    Blinking confusedly for a moment, Curtis slowly came to his senses.


    His hand, which had been wandering, halted, pulling away from where it shouldn’t have been, and he


    raised it in a gesture of surrender.


    “Sorry, I thought I was dreaming.”


    Curtis looked at her with a face pale and weak from illness, his eyelids red and eyes bleary, making


    even the big bad wolf look innocent.


    Leanne was still furious, frowning delicately, “So you just touch whatever in your dream Curtis raised an


    eyebrow, a raspy voice tinged with a helpless chuckle, “You’re going to control what I do in my dreams


    too? So bossy.


    Leanne’s lips pressed tightly together, “Let me down.”


    Curtis moved back slightly, “My bad, got a fever. If you’re mad, want to hit me again?”


    His gray silk robe had be loose overnight, the slightly open neckline revealing a glimpse of chest.


    The disheveled, just-woke-up look was bothzy andfortable, suggesting vulnerability.


    In a coaxing tone, low and gentle, he took her hand and patted his own face with it.


    Leanne pulled her hand away forcefully, sat up and jumped down from the bed, heading back to the


    bedroom without another word.


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    She got dressed and went into the kitchen to make a sandwich for Curtis, packing eggs and toast for


    herself in a zip-lock bag.


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    Not once did she look at him again.


    She was mad.


    Curtis leaned back on the couch, ran a hand through his messy hair, and sighed. All the good behavior


    from yesterday was for naught; he’d managed to annoy her in just one night.


    Leanne poured the hot tea she’d made into a thermos. Its sweet fragrance wafting over, directly into


    Curtis’ heart.


    She’d made this special treat for him; she must still care. That’s just how she is, tough on the outside


    but…


    She put the thermos in her bag and walked to the foyer, bending down to change shoes.


    Curtis hadn’t fully savored the sweetness in his heart before it dissipated.


    Watching her silent figure, he couldn’t help but ask, “Is it not for me?”


    Leanne looked up, “What?”


    At least she was talking to him.


    “Your tea,” he said, “Wasn’t it made for me?”


    “I made it for myself.” Leanne’s voice was still cold as she tied her shoces, “There’s more in the pot,


    help yourself.”


    With that, she opened the door and left.