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?

be out of town”

will you be

them to your office Sign them whenever you

phone aside and leaned back into

the house, aging as if nothing

about Mary noticing, but Curtis didn’t retum to sleep.

Curtis was away on business, Lomme fel more

Chaple

was less than pleased, mandeering Leanne’s phone every evening to video

the middle of a dinner party, Curtis became the subject of light hearted teasing when his companions saw the caller ID. “Your wife checks

hummed, “That’s your great grandma for you

call connected, Mary puckered her lips in displeasure. “Days have passed, and you’re still not back. What’s more important, your project or

it pleases you,” Curtis

to the Richardson family, some acquaintances at the table sent

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, her fingers delicate,

cigarette, lighting it for him while commenting. That must be your wife, right?

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

sheepishly backed