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 arrived. We should

from the country and accompanied by his student and assistant was busy discussing

only two puffs taken. The rest of it, untouched, pinched in his hand as

of pink. But her earlobes were a different story. When they reddened, they resembled the

protective instinct and a stronger,

was unsettled. Why was she blushing before another

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as she drifted off after her

the middle of the night?

answered with a groggy, “What’s

you blushing?” Curtis asked.

perplexed, reflexively touching her

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

talking

in relief, her fear momentarily giving her a chill.

hy were you

about being creepy, but calling in the middle of the night to ask such an inconsequential

you’re so bored?” she snapped back, her sleep disturbed.

then sleep,” Curtis insisted, concerned, “What did