All Novel Sweet
Chapter 44
In her dream, snowflakes danced in a frenetic ballet outside the window as Leanne lay beneath the powerful heat of Curtis’ body, her soft gasps swallowed by fervent kisses. His voice, tender enough to wring water from, whispered endearments in her ear, “Anne…” Then, she was swallowed by a raucous crowd feeling as vulnerable as a snail stripped of its shell, anxiety gnawing at her.
And there was Curtis, like a god upon his celestial throne, basking in a spotlight’s glare, his lips curled in a cool and merciless smile. His voice, casual as a devil’s murmur, carried the echo of a torturous taunt, “If I can’t be with the one I love, then who I marry?It's doesn’t matter.”
Leanne awoke in tears of grief, her cheeks cold with tears she didn't realize had fallen.
Her heart was empty, with a deep and diffuse pain tormenting each of her nerves.
But she didn't know what could fill that void.
Sleep avoided her all night. Every time she closed her eyes, the ups and downs about Curtis' personality flooded her mind.
The intermittent rest meant that she woke up with a sharp headache.
At work, everyone who saw her commented: "You look so bad, what's wrong?"
Leanne insisted that she had a hard night, and Amy replied indifferently: "Insomnia again? Isn't the herbal tea I recommend curing the disease? What's wrong?"
Recently, Leanne has really had problems sleeping.
Perhaps because Curtis had returned to town.
"Do you want coffee?" Leanne asked evasively, "I'll get you one."
"Sure," Amy was easily distracted, "and get me some chocolate."
Leanne approached the vending machine to buy a box of canned coffee, but of course it was just her luck. Only one person can remain.
She was considering something else but couldn't concentrate any enthusiasm. Drinking a bottle of iced tea, she cursed her luck when the machine got stuck, the bottle was trapped in a teasing way.
I tried to shake the machine, put all my strength into it, but the bottle didn't move.
Leanne felt a wave of frustration.
Her fortune has always been corrupted.
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and out to a cab that had just pulled up
Owen you of the her, she caught her breath and goedThis content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.