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.”

moment to recall, seemingly without success, “Doesn’t

a bell.”

bit strained, “Mr. Curtis, busy men like you tend

camping. He hadn’t expected someone like Mr. Curtis to indulge in such leisure, bringing his newlywed wife to watch the meteor shower in

greet them. The White family didn’t hold much weight in Stonebridge, so it was no

the mountain particularly cold. Leanne was bundled up, wearing

her. Curtis’ wife

was

Curtis, wherever he went, commanded an entourage. He had booked an entire section of the site to ensure

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

sounds of a woman’s delicate moans,

husky voice was even clearer, tender and teasing, whispering words that would make

time Derek realized where he was,

tent with a light hanging outside

from being naive, Derek knew exactly what was going on

hadn’t expected the upright and esteemed Mr. Richardson of the Richardson

could still hear the woman’s cries.

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