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?

Curtis’ wife didn’t seem to hold much sway,

accustomed to it, sitting quietly and cracking nuts

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

add Curtis when given the

foolish.

flashed Leanne a sweet smile. “Thank

returned the smile gently. “You’re welcome. I deserve it.”

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

watched Curtis pull out his phone, her heart lifting with anticipation.

when you could

her phone, waiting to add him. Everything

his finger not venturing where she hoped but instead to his contact list, his gaze flicking

to delete you, haven’t I?” he said.

Leanne was speechless.

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

around fell silent, not daring to interrupt this drama.

flirting with another woman in front of his wife, and the

home-wrecker, and the other was ready to

than their marital