Leanne was exhausted, and when her body touched the bed, she was ready to drift off into sleep,
forgetting her usual bouts of insomnia. Curtis wrapped his arms around her, gazing at her peaceful face
under the soft glow of the bedsidemp.
The room was silent in the dead of night, her breathing slow and even, reminiscent of a cat luxuriating
in azy morning nap.
During his two years in Stake, he had longed for moments like these.
Curtis watched her for a moment, his fingers itching to touch her. He gently yed with her eyshes,
so long and curly, fluttering like tiny fans. Leanne''s eyshes twitched at the touch, and she briefly
opened her sleepy eyes to look at him before closing them again, unguarded and serene. Her nose
was cute, too, perky and delicate. Curtis couldn''t help but lean down and kiss it softly.
She didn''t even open her eyes this time.
His kiss wandered to her soft pink lips, lingering and loving. "Leanne, I love you. Do you know that?" he
whispered.
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Leanne unsurprisingly overslept the next day and rushed to get dressed and out the door.
Curtis pulled her back gently. "What''s the rush?"
"I''m going to bete," sheined softly, ming him.
He ushered her to the breakfast table. Despite having sleptter and woken up earlier than her, he was
the picture of vitality.
Raising an eyebrow, he teased, "You can''t me me for that. How can I fight it when your folks made
you so darn cute, pretty much designed to drive me crazy?"
At the hospital, Leanne was indeedte. As she entered her office, she missed the peculiar looks
thrown her way. She was unaware that photos of her and Curtis atst night''s morous charity g
had spread across the media.
The photos featured them standing side by side. Curtis was tall and striking, while she was stunning
and radiant. The media had gone wild with phrases like "a match made in heaven."
Those images had circted wildly among her colleagues, and it turned out that the Eye Department''s
Hottie Anne was not married to some average Joe but to the dashing and wealthy Mr. Curtis.
At lunch in the cafeteria, the air turned thick with tension as she approached her colleagues.
"What''s up?" Leanne asked, sensing the shift.
Amy was about to spill the beans when Donna interrupted, "Leanne, you''ve been holding out on us.
Curtis is your hubby, and you didn''t spill the beans?"
The table erupted with chatter.
"We even gossiped about him right in front of you. How embarrassing!"
"Yeah, remember Amy said that wedding photo looked like you, and you didn''t even deny it. Turns out
the joke was on us!"
Amy couldn''t help but interject. "She didn''t deny it. It was Sandra who..."
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"What does it have to do with me!" Aware she shouldn''t spill it, Sandra was frustrated, "Looks like our
little princess didn''t want to be friends with us peasants. And if it weren''t for her powerful connections,
how could she have stolen my promotion?"
Leanne shot her coldly. "You seem to have mistaken your lines. That sounds like something I should be
saying."
Sandra was speechless.
Despite the shock, Donna said, "You might want to tone it down. Do you even remember how you
entered this hospital?"
Sandra huffed and kept quiet.
"I didn''t mean to hide it from you guys. You know, I was considering a divorce," Leanne said sincerely.
"How about I make it up to you by treating everyone to dinner tonight?"
To show she meant it, she booked a high-end seafood buffet. However, she underestimated her
colleagues'' curiosity about her "mysterious, wealthy husband."
That evening at the restaurant, Leanne was bombarded with questions, ranging from their wedding
date to how wealthy the Richardson family was. Leanne responded honestly. "I have no clue."
But as the questions veered off track, so did her responses.
"Does your husband eat the same food as us?"
She finally quipped, "He doesn''t eat food. He dines on dors."