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

Chapter 13

up of girls giggled with a suggestive tone “It’s barely dusk and you’re already darting. upstairs. You can’t wait, can you?”

The girl in the miniskirt flushed with a bashful grin. “Stop it, guys!”

Her voice was soft and sweet, so pleasing that even Leanne thought it was pleasant to the ear.

Curtis removed the cigarette from his lips, revealing hands that spoke of a life of leisure, sinewy and refined, his fingers as pristine and noble as carved ivory.

He tapped the half-smoked cigarette in a dark grey crystal ashtray, the ashes tumbling into it, and let out a short, husky chuckle.

He was the epitome of nonchalance.

“I’m not paralyzed. I don’t need help to go to bed.”

Joy’s temper flared again. “Being paralyzed is a good idea.”

Pretending not to hear Curtis flirting, Leanne focused on shelling pistachios, “Don’t go cursing him. If he ends up paralyzed, I’ll be the one stuck looking after him.”

Joy thought it over, then said, “Let the upper half of his body paralyze then!”

“What’s that supposed to be? A brain injury?”

“A walking

of nuts into Joy’s mouth, “Would you just shut up?”

brought them each a bee. Leanne glanced up and muttered

tonight. We

and bright eyes met his, and she

too much to drink and wanted to unwind in the company

presence certainly made

Her

it

that “miniskirt” girl inched closer to Curtis, her ample bosom nearly brushing

week. Are you free to come and listen?”

was an up-and-coming singer.

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to herself, it’s no surprise that her voice was so captivating.

Joy exaggerated a gag next to Leanne. “think I am about to throw

and steady, suddenly dodged with unexpected agility, lifting her feet off the ground. “Don’t puke

voice was casual and teasing. “I’m allergic to music.”

you listen to me sing, you’ll