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

will you be

them to your office Sign them

his enthusiason dampened He tossed his phone aside and leaned back into the

entered the house, aging as if nothing was

her door that night, worried about Mary noticing,

away on business, Lomme fel more at peace, out of sight and out

Chaple

evening to video call

teasing when

ambiguous intent, Curtis hummed, “That’s your great grandma

passed, and you’re still not back.

it pleases you,” Curtis offered.

from a visit to the Richardson family, some acquaintances at the table sent their regards, which prompted a chorus of flattery from the

the crowd on his end. Her face and most of her body were out of view, but her hands

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

he said frostily, “Who gave you the permission

man sheepishly