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?

had sized up Leanne discreetly, deducing that Curtis’ wife didn’t seem to hold much sway, with Curtis paying her little mind.

to it, sitting quietly and cracking nuts with a calm and

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

about the details? To not add Curtis

foolish.

flashed Leanne a sweet smile.

the smile gently. “You’re welcome. I deserve

serene face as he drawled, “Don’t rush to thank her just.

the young singer watched Curtis pull out his phone,

middleman when you could add him directly?

her phone, waiting to add him. Everything was ready

venturing where she hoped but instead to his contact

delete you, haven’t

Leanne was speechless.

finger scrolling the screen,

around fell silent, not daring

wife, and the other

to a home-wrecker, and the other was ready

more strength than their marital bond.