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

Chapter 17

Leanne dropped the cat teaser and stood up, ready to head out.

Curtis was waiting in the living room, glancing at his watch before catching sight of her. His eyelids lifted, and he said with a hint of impatience. “What health fad are you on now? You’ve sure put on airs. Did it take me coming home to summon you?”

“You didn’t have to come back,” Leanne retorted.

Curtis seemed to ignore her sarcasm. Noticing the cat hair on her clothes, he frowned and handed her a slim box, saying, “We’re leaving in twenty minutes. Go upstairs and get

changed.”

Leanne didn’t take the box, deliberately rinsing her hands under the faucet. “I already said I’m not going.”

But Curtis seemed unusually patient. “Want me to help you dress?”

Leanne clenched her teeth and spun around to face him. “Do we even need to keep up charade? Who are we trying to fool?”

this

Curtis’ gaze turned icy. “Do you think I’m playing at some happy couple act with you?”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing? But Curtis’ lips curled

too much into it. I ain’t got time

you are, you’re still my wife, and socializing is a basic courtesy

the couch. “Just

he cared enough to play

along only because she was his wife. Skipping out would

up the dress and went upstairs.

to the Perez family’s estate, she turned away from Curtis,

gaze drifted to

glossy white satin, elegant without losing its freshness. It hugged Leanne’s waist, with

took a stroll

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bit

on her

a bit roomy. Had Curtis gotten the size wrong again?

her back to him, declining to engage.

always giving me attitude,” Curtis said, his tone

challenging. “When did I give