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

Chapter 22

Unlike Curtis, who had no qualms about making a scene, she was the type to exact her revenge in whispers and shadows.

After all, they were guests in the Perez family, and causing a ruckus wouldn’t reflect well on their hosts. Jennifer would certainly chew her out for not calming things down.

She had barely taken a few steps when Curtis pulled her aside with a firm grip around her waist. “Stand back.”

The kid’s mother had arrived, wailing and lunging forward like a scene from a soap opera, only to be stopped by Billy. She shouted, “Murder! Help! Save my boy!”

The crowd was buzzing with concern and admonishment. “Mr. Curtis, come on, he’s just a kid. What are you trying to prove?”

“Yeah, let’s talk this out, man.”

Jennifer’s face was a storm cloud of disapproval. “Curtis, what the hell are you doing?”

Curtis arched an eyebrow with irritating nonchalance, swinging the little brat by the collar. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m dispensing a bit of rough justice.”

Seeing not even Jennifer could rein him in, the parents turned to Hubert, the eldest elder, with tear-streaked faces. “Mr. Hubert, you have to help us, please!”

a harsh look. The nerve of the man, picking on

didn’t crack as he spoke, “Curtis, he’s a child. Whatever he did, put him

be kids. There’s no need for you to step in. Just sit back and enjoy the show. But watch your step around the pool. We wouldn’t want you to slip and break something at your

was always a loose cannon, you could never pin him down or

few more years under his belt, he might have looked the part of a

his son. “Apologize, damn it! Just say sorry, and

the face of a bigger bully, realized no one there could touch Curtis. Sniffling

I didn’t catch it Who are you apologizing

himself. “Ma’am,

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satisfied. “My wife is a young lady, and you, a smelly little teenager, what

interject that at twenty-five, soon to be twenty-six, being

wasn’t far off.

sorry, Mrs. Richardson. I shouldn’t have done that