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

Chapter 99

Leanne couldn’t say she had a good impression of him.

She muttered a polite “thanks,” trying to withdraw her hand with a hint of forced kindness.

But Derek’s grip only loosened by half. As she pulled

away, his palm slid along her forearm, grazing her delicate wrist, across her palm, and finally over her fingers, stopping at the tips.

Goosebumps prickled up her back, and she instinctively stepped backward.

Her brow furrowed. “What are you doing?”

“Just giving you a hand. What’s the problem?” Derek managed to look innocent, and had it not been for the lingering discomfort where his touch had traveled from her arm to her fingertips, Leanne might have believed she had misjudged him.

“You’re not wearing your ring anymore.” he said.

A ring worn for many years leaves an immutable mark when taken off, and despite Leanne’s flawless skin, a faint band was still visible around the base of her ring finger.

“That’s none

knows,” Derek continued leisurely. “I heard the Richardson and

of surprise crossed Leanne’s

it would happen

in a hurry to discuss marriage and alliances as if she were

of that mattered again.

had no interest in small talk and turned to leave, but

his world and didn’t let

you. Please keep your distance.” Leanne swiftly sidestepped him

Derek didn’t follow.

Chapter 99

of the booth, she glanced back before entering. Derek was still there, staring at her with an intensity that made her skin crawl.

spirits, pulling her into

her face.

few lines, Leanne excused herself to the side, pulled a bottle of sanitizer from her bag, and vigorously rubbed it

after that. By eleven-thirty, the group spilled out of the bar. Donna gave several