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

you

the papers and send them to your office Sign them whenever you return Surely

his enthusiason dampened He tossed his phone aside and leaned back into the seat Tet’s do it

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

didn’t lock her door that night, worried about Mary noticing, but Curtis didn’t retum to sleep.

more at peace, out of sight

Chaple

pleased, mandeering Leanne’s phone every evening to video call Curtis and insisting Leanne appnat on screen, tap

the subject of light hearted teasing when his companions saw the caller ID. “Your wife checks in on you

hummed, “That’s

passed, and you’re still not back. What’s more important, your project or my old life?

life if it pleases you,” Curtis

the Richardson family, some acquaintances at the table sent their regards, which prompted a

fond of socializing and edged away when she noticed the crowd on his end.

him while commenting. That must be your wife, right? Even her hands

as he said frostily, “Who gave

man sheepishly backed