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?”

wanted to say, “Isn’t that what we’re doing? But Curtis’

into it. I ain’t got

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

a dress onto the couch. “Just do your part.”

cared enough to play at

along only because she was his wife. Skipping out would

up the dress and

turned away from

gaze drifted to her

he had picked was a powder blue one that melted into the glossy white satin, elegant without

took a stroll over her figure.

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the dress a bit loose?” he asked.

resting on her lap,

roomy. Had

kept her back to him, declining to

said, his tone more teasing than angry. “Who did you

him, challenging. “When