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?

didn’t seem to hold much sway, with Curtis paying her little mind.

to it, sitting quietly and cracking

in a blue sweater and a plain skirt, nothing flashy. But her

who cared about the details? To not add Curtis when given the chance would

foolish.

Leanne a sweet smile. “Thank you so much!”

smile gently. “You’re

as he drawled, “Don’t rush to thank her

clueless, the young singer watched Curtis pull out his phone, her

when you

took out her phone, waiting to add

she hoped but

me I’ve meant to delete you, haven’t

Leanne was speechless.

eager to hit delete, his finger scrolling the screen, searching the list. “Which. one’s your ID?”

silent, not daring to interrupt this

wife, and the other was sitting there as if it were

to feed her husband’s contact to a home-wrecker, and the other was ready to delete his wife publicly, clueless of her ID.

had more strength than their marital