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

Chapter 113

After a long shaft, Leanne teft the hospital to hid Curtis Bentley parked at the cum, Exer the respectful chauffeur, take opened the car door for her Leanne gland teet Curtis and quived an eyebrow “What brings you here? Mary at hover why the full act? Her words traded off as Curtle wordlessly flipped his phone Womend her

On the screen was Mary’s smiling face Yourdoft work now, dear We only night for m pick you up. Hurry home for dinner Eve made your favonte fried chicken Von Marys

Curtis was busy, often juggling multiple commitments. Yet, he had cleared his schedule early to spend more time with Mary, and his phone rang all the way home As the preced the house, seizing a rare moment of silence, 1 gonne turned to him, Havent you drafted that agreement yet?”

Without looking up from his phone, Cuntis voice was indifferent Mylawyer’s sick impot a slave driver expecting work from an ill man

Fine, fill draft it myself,” Leanne sand, cutting to the chase. W’s not that complicated

Curtis gave her a sidelong glance, and his tone linged with sarcasm, Dr Castillo, the woman of many talents”

What choice do I have? Beller to rely on myself than count on you” Leanne was all for efficiency

“Thave a meeting tomorrow, Guntis replied

“The day after?

out of

you be

fromed Then I’ll sign the papers and send them to your office Sign them whenever

aside and leaned back into the seat Tet’s

home, they entered the house, aging as if nothing was amiss in

door that night, worried about Mary noticing,

fel more at peace, out of sight

Chaple

phone every evening to video call Curtis and insisting Leanne appnat on

the middle of a dinner party, Curtis became the subject of light hearted teasing when

ambiguous intent, Curtis hummed, “That’s your

as the call connected, Mary puckered her lips in displeasure. “Days have passed, and you’re

if it pleases you,”

Mary from a visit to the Richardson family, some acquaintances at the table sent their

on the reluctant Leanne, pushed into the frame. She wasn’t fond of socializing and edged away when she noticed the crowd on his end. Her face and most of her body were out of view, but her hands remained, tenderly massaging Mary’s legs,

him while commenting. That must be your

said frostily, “Who gave you the permission to look?”

man sheepishly backed off.