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

Chapter 12

Lounging back with a casual cross of his legs, Devin fixed his gaze on Joy with undisguised annoyance.

“Get off your high horse!” Not too deep into her drinks, Joy had guts that belied her stature. It was the indignity that boosted her courage. Spotting Curtis in the crowd downstairs, she stormed up. “Don’t you recognize me, your granny? Get over here and kneel in respect!”

“Are you out of your damn mind?” Devin stood up abruptly, tossing aside his whiskey glass.

Joy crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips. “What’s the matter? Want to take a swing at your granny, huh? You disrespectful brat, you’d be the first to go to hell.”

“Motherfucker…” Devin’s face darkened as he advanced toward her, but Leanne stepped out from behind Joy and pulled her back to safety.

Devin halted, his anger subsiding at the sight of her.

“Leanne?”

The name Leanne was like a record scratch in the room. The raucous laughter and clinking of glasses ceased, and all eyes turned toward the entrance.

Casually holding a cigarette between his fingers, Curtis looked past Devin and fixed his eyes on Leanne.

Leanne was striking, the beauty that didn’t need makeup to turn heads. Her features bold yet delicate and formed a flawless visage together.

Her perfect complexion seemed to glisten in the soft glow of the crystal chandelier.

“My apologies. She’s a bit wild when she’s had a few. Bear with us.”

Normally, Devin would’ve already kicked out anyone giving him lip. But a quick glance at Curtis made him keep his cool. “As if I’d argue with a fool.” he murmured.

Leanne pinched her, transforming the curse into a yelp of

here, why don’t you sit down and

glanced at

and the golden hues of a French chandelier, making the air more expensive

had foreign spirits whose names

hosted a mix of high-society men and glamorous

1/3

11-14

Chapter 12

sofa at the far end of the room, his

him sat a

her as the one from those

the room’s previously carefree atmosphere turned

“So, this is what’s been keeping

and hitting on

Curtis massaged his temple, and his smirk held a

I started to have fun. You’re keeping tabs on me closely. What is this, a roll

going days without answering

pulling Joy down to sit. “I’ll wait right

you’re free.”

atmosphere in the room fell

while Skyler nudged him with a foot, whispering a curse, “You absolute moron, letting them sit down

being polite. How was I supposed