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?

seem to hold much sway, with

sitting quietly and cracking nuts with a calm and composed

nothing flashy. But her features were

cared about the details? To not add Curtis

foolish.

Leanne a sweet smile. “Thank you

smile gently. “You’re welcome.

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

Curtis pull out his phone, her

middleman when you could

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

his finger not venturing where she hoped but instead to

I’ve meant to delete you,

Leanne was speechless.

seemed eager to hit delete, his finger scrolling the

silent, not daring to interrupt

with another woman in front of his wife, and the other was sitting there as if it were just another

was ready to feed her husband’s contact to a home-wrecker, and the other was ready to

strength than their