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

you be back?”

the papers and send them to your office Sign them

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

aging as if nothing was amiss in Mary’s presence

worried about Mary noticing, but

on business, Lomme fel more at peace,

Chaple

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

Curtis became the subject of light hearted teasing when his

“That’s your great grandma for you

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

my life if it

table sent their regards, which prompted a chorus of flattery from

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, her fingers delicate,

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

open as he said frostily, “Who gave you the permission

sheepishly backed