Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 7

After boarding the sleek black limousine, Curtis settled into the plush leather seat, crossing his legs casually and elegantly. The extended cabin was spacious and comfortable, providing ample room to maintain a polite distance, a buffer zone of social decorum between them.

The air was thick with tension.

Leanne couldn’t be sure if Curtis and his mother had broached the topic of divorce in the study. After sitting silently for a moment, she turned her head and asked, “Did your mom say anything to you?”

While glancing sideways, Curtis’ eyes were indifferent. “Say what?”

It appeared the subject hadn’t come up.

Leanne fiddled with her fingertips, hesitating for a few seconds before she spoke again, “In a month, it will be…”

Her attempt at conversation was interrupted by Curtis’ phone ringing. He slowly diverted his gaze from Leanne and answered the call.

Whoever was on the other end, Curtis kept his responses brief, his eyes shifting to gaze out the window, his profile etched with a detached coolness.

After he hung up, he instructed the driver to pull over.

Once the car stopped, Leanne heard his detached voice. “Get out. I have a business to attend to. Another car will pick you up later.”

Leanne couldn’t help but ask, “Where are you off to this late?”

his eyelids, his gaze sliding over her cheek with ambiguous intent, and a cold smirk tugged at the corner

nosy, Mrs.

like ice water, dousing her with

she silently opened the

Bentley drove off, leaving Leanne alone in the sporadic glow of streetlights, their yellow beams tall

far from downtown, with no shops in sight, the night wind rustling through the treetops.

neck and seeped into her bones through the

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house slippers and glanced behind her “Mrs. Richardson, didn’t Mr. Curtis come

remembered something. She took Laura to the room where

for them.

automatic feeder, a

looked around surprisingly before commenting, “You’re keeping so many cats. Mr. Curtis is not gonna be happy

said dismissively. “If he’s displeased, then so be

was still holding a grudge over last time, so she wisely kept her mouth shut.

that night nor for the

the frequent updates about him on various media outlets,