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

Chapter 104

“You’re not twelve years old,” grumbled Joy, her tone dripping with disdain, “and yet you’re playing this cliquey game of ‘if you’re friends with me, you can’t be friends with her.”

Every day, Selina would cling to Joy, insisting they share a meal, but when she faced Suzan, she suddenly couldn’t own up to it.

And did Suzan even give a hoot about her little fan girl, Selina? During Selina’s days in the hospital, how often did Suzan grace her with a visit?

Leanne yanked her wrist from Curtis’ grasp and called to Joy, “Let’s get out of here.”

Before she left, Joy purposefully leaned close to Selina’s face, let out a hefty huff, and said, “Later, gator!”

Leanne departed without a backward glance, leaving the remaining four in a silent tableau, three pairs of eyes trailing her exit.

One pair wide with longing, another hesitating with unspoken words.

Curtis’ expression was unreadable as he watched Leanne disappear beyond the door. He turned his gaze to Jeremy, a thin smirk playing on his lips that never quite reached his eyes, which remained a cold, detached hazel.

“When did you get so chummy with my wife?”

Jeremy was adept at responding in a way that wouldn’t create more issues for Leanne. “Selina seems to be around Leanne a lot lately. I’ve run into them a few times when I was picking her up. But we’re not close.”

“I see,” Curtis said indifferently, his voice trailing off with an implication, “You don’t need to

be.”

has

accompanied by his student and assistant was busy discussing surgical techniques

rest of it, untouched, pinched in his hand as he propped his temple, lost

a different story. When they reddened, they resembled the lush hue of a ripe

moans were endearing, stirring a protective instinct and

was she blushing before another man?

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was jolted awake by her ringing phone as she drifted off after her bath. After seeing Curtis’ name

want in the middle of the

answered with a

were you blushing?” Curtis

perplexed, reflexively touching

in bed, scanning the ceiling while clutching her pajama top close, her voice rising defensively, “Did you put cameras in my

Curtis snorted, “I’m talking about back at the diner. blushing?”

her fear momentarily giving

hy were you

middle of the night

don’t you go help the street cleaners if you’re so bored?” she snapped back, her sleep

sleep,” Curtis insisted, concerned, “What did Jeremy say to you?”