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?

Leanne discreetly, deducing that Curtis’ wife didn’t seem to hold much sway, with Curtis

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

was dressed modestly, in a blue sweater and a plain skirt, nothing flashy. But her features were striking and

the details? To not add Curtis when given the chance

foolish.

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

returned the smile gently. “You’re

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

out his phone,

would want the middleman when

phone, waiting to add him. Everything was ready except for Curtis’

where she hoped but instead to his contact list, his

to delete you,

Leanne was speechless.

scrolling the

silent, not daring to

front of his wife, and the other was sitting there as if it were just another day.

a home-wrecker, and the other was ready to delete his wife publicly,

had more strength than their marital bond.