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

Chapter 109

Leanne shivered as a gust of brisk autumn wind tousled her hair.

Curtis shut the door behind him, cutting off the draft. He shrugged off his heavy coat and

headed to the home bar

He took a pristine glass from the shelf. The clink of its base against the countertop rang clear and sharp. He reached into the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. As Leanne was to head upstairs, his voice, frostbitten as if it had tumbled through a snowdrift, stopped her in her tracks.

“You don’t think you’ve got a shot because he called off the engagement, do you?“

Leanne’s ascent faltered, and she turned around.

“What are you talking about?”

The sound of ice cubes clinking filled the quiet as Curtis poured the amber liquid over them. The color deepened on the surface but couldn’t seep into the core of the ice.

You’ve always had your eye on my brother. Happy to hear he’s back on the market?” He took a swig of his drink. “Too bad, even if you and I split, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

His tone, laced with scorn, stung. Leanne wanted to argue but couldn’t deny the truth in

his words.

Compared to Curtis, who had a knack for being cutting, she would have preferred Phillip.

She had once asked Jennifer, why not him? Phillip was single and unattached, while Curtis had been with Suzan. By order of age or emotional availability, it would have made more sense for her to be with his brother.

“Phillip is the heir. He’ll take over

marriage must be strategic, not just to

no input in the decision to marry, let alone whom to marry.

Richardson family if she had a choice. If she had a choice, she would have

brother, it would have been better than this farce with you,”

glass tightened. “Leanne, what dream world are you living in?” Just because you married me doesn’t mean you’re worthy of my brother. His marriage is a business merger, a bargaining chip at

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Chapter 110

and lowered here to avoid string any midnight gossip in the

quest room? Curtis voice was a low growl, barely containing his frustration. “Just open up.”

voice muffled through the door “Suit yourself You seem to love wandering off and sprawling

perfect.” Curtis sounded ready to blow a fuse. “What did I do to warrant this? You’re like

stretched as Leanne dried her hair and settled into bed, flipping the lock again. As she was dozing off, there came another knock. Assuming it was Curtis, she called out irritably, “Can’t you just call it a night?”