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

Chapter 57

His voice was as nonchalant as ever, yet it inexplicably soothed the tension in Leanne.

She shook her head, replying, “No, I don’t know him.”

“Chatting up a storm with a stranger, huh?” Curtis remarked, “You sure have a way of drawing them in.”

Indignant, Leanne couldn’t help but retort, “I’m not drawing anyone in.”

“Sure, you’re not,” Curtis replied, his voice tinged with amusement, a tone that was indulgent.

He casually slung his arm around Leanne, a gesture that was both natural and intimate. In fact, it was brimmed with possessiveness. His gaze lifted carelessly, sweeping over Derek.

That seemingly random glance carried cold and potent intimidation, instantly causing Derek to break out in a cold sweat.

“And who are you?” Curtis asked nonchalantly.

With a subdued attitude, Derek replied, “Derek. We’ve met before at Echo Summit.”

a moment to recall, seemingly

a bell.”

Curtis, busy men like you tend to forget the little”

like Mr. Curtis to indulge in such leisure, bringing his newlywed wife to watch the meteor shower in the middle of the night.

them. The White family didn’t hold much weight in Stonebridge, so it was no surprise that Curtis barely acknowledged

spring night made the mountain particularly cold. Leanne was bundled up,

her. Curtis’ wife truly lived up to

tent was set far

He had booked

with friends, he stumbled out of the restroom in the pitch black

a woman’s delicate moans, as if she was biting her lip, enduring something.

tender and teasing, whispering

where he

a light

knew exactly what

Mr. Richardson of the Richardson family to be just like any other man

back, but he could still hear the woman’s cries. from the tent, soft, delicate, and melodious, her voice laced with

been with more melodious women, but whether it was the alcohol or the fact that she was Curtis’ woman, he felt an itch in his