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

Chapter 72

whistled in disbelief, “Catch heat for making a payment on time? Mr. Richardson is a tough cookie.”

Curtis’ sour mood carried over into the evening’s dinner party.

The big boss from Blue Beacon Collective, Albert, was throwing a grand dinner in his honor, laying it on thick with flattery, but Curtis was barely present.

He complained that the hotel’s custom French perfume was too fragrant, dredging up some unpleasant memories.

He griped that the lobster was giving him the stink eye as if holding a grudge?

Albert suspected Curtis was nitpicking on purpose, a tit-for-tat for that time Albert tried to use his connections to cozy up to some big shot.

“Mr. Richardson,” he said with a plastered-on smile, “Are you still holding a grudge about. our last little mishap? I admit I was shortsighted. But look at this partnership now. It’s smooth sailing and a win-win. Let’s let bygones be bygones, shall we?”

Curtis, legs crossed, leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance, lazily tapped the ash off his cigarette, “Me? Hold grudges? I wouldn’t dare.”

Albert was met with silence.

Sarcasm was thick in the air.

atmosphere and asked curiously, “Why didn’t you bring your wife here today, Mr. Richardson?”

from his cigarette, Curtis snorted, “She’s mad at me. I wouldn’t dare chat her

Qui

person chuckled, “Never thought I’d

The more a nis wife, the better

curled his

rang just then.

languid, “What’s up? To what

at the bar and I’ve spotted Leanne. Where are you? Come

tapped his cigarette on the crystal

Chapter /2

y are you

bars before, more worked up about it

didn’t waste words and just gave Curtis the address with the

doesn’t look right, sitting there crying all by

end for a

out with friends when he walked into the bar and saw Leanne, sitting

one, even her way of drinking was subdued. Sitting there. silently, she clutched a bottle of beer, tilting her