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

Joy’s mouth, “Would you

brought them each a bee. Leanne glanced up and muttered a thanks.

voice, “We’ve got a bunch of guys here tonight. We didn’t want you and your friend

met

rooms upstairs were for those who had too much to drink and wanted

made things less

Her

it nearly made

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

a concert next week. Are

an up-and-coming

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it’s no surprise that her

Leanne. “think I

steady, suddenly dodged with unexpected agility, lifting her

casual and teasing. “I’m

singer pouted, “Maybe if you listen