Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 15

Public rejection hit the rising pop singer hard. It took her a few seconds to regain her composure after she heard the cold and swift denial..

After witnessing the fleeting look of embarrassment the singer couldn’t hide, Leanne felt a hint of sympathy. A smirk played at the corners of her lips.

She knew that sting well.

Curtis hadn’t been home for days when Leanne tracked him down to a dinner party. There, amidst a crowd of onlookers, he stood with a casual, cold smirk, saying, “If I can’t be with the one I love, then who I marry doesn’t matter.

That

at was Curtis. He could make you feel like you were floating on air, cherished and adored, and then, he’d slice right through your heart with a feather-light touch.

With a heavy, tight sensation in her chest, Leanne grabbed a glass and asked Joy, “Get me one, will you?”

Without hesitation, Joy filled her glass. “How’s that? Good stuff, right?”

The drink was smooth and rich, with a lingering taste that justified its price. Leanne nodded in agreement, “There’s a reason it’s expensive.”

Joy poured another and slung an arm around Leanne’s shoulders. “Drink up, darling. Drown your sorrows!”

Leanne was curious. “Are you this happy because you love drinking?”

hair back with a laugh. “As if. My happiness

much.”

help but chuckle. “At least

the potency

moment she collapsed, nor where she ended up, just that she and Joy had shared a few drinks before her

exhausted, and nearly unable to

her and turned off

a warm embrace, half-asleep, she saw the sharp

It was Curtis.

this a

burying her head in his

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Chapter 15

strong muscles, and the feeling of

masculine throat for seconds before looking up

gaze held an ambiguous meaning.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

clinging to him like an octopus, probably a side effect of her drunken stupor,

her arms off his waist and backed out of his embrace,

about that.” He replied with

formal? Who was clinging to me last night, impossible to shake off?”