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

Chapter 14

“I’ll have him send you my contact,” Leanne casually mentioned.

The young singer’s face froze in confusion.

Lounging in his chair, Curtis lifted an eyelid and glanced at Leanne across the table, his expression unreadable.

Pouting, the singer cooed, “But I don’t have Mr. Curtis’ number. What should I do?”

With a laid-back gaze fixed on Leanne, Curtis tossed the problem her way. “What should she do? You tell her.”

He didn’t seem guilty for flirting with another woman to his wife’s face. Not even bothering with appearances, he reclined in his chair with an air of nonchalance.

How dare he ask her what to do with his little flock of admirers? She couldn’t wait to kick

his ass.

Leanne maintained her composure, speaking with the gentle tone of a caring lady, “No -worries. You can add me, and I’ll tell you his number.”

The men around struggled to keep straight faces and wondered, “Seriously… handing out your husband’s contact to another woman? Why so generous?”

The singer was utterly lost. What was this game?

wife didn’t seem to hold much sway,

Leanne seemed accustomed to it, sitting quietly and cracking nuts with a calm and composed

blue sweater and a plain skirt, nothing flashy.

about the details? To not add Curtis when given the

foolish.

Leanne a sweet smile. “Thank you so

the smile gently. “You’re welcome.

his gaze sliding off Leanne’s serene face as he drawled, “Don’t rush to thank

out his phone, her

middleman when you could add him

eagerly took out her phone, waiting to add him. Everything was ready

she hoped but instead to

to delete you, haven’t

Leanne was speechless.

finger scrolling the screen, searching the list. “Which. one’s your ID?”

crowd around fell silent, not daring to

and the other was sitting there

the other was ready to delete his wife publicly,

strength than their marital bond.