Chapter 11

As Curtis descended the staircase, Mary sat firmly trenched in the living room armchair, cane in hand, her presence as formidable as a judge awaiting the start of a trial.

The moment she caught sight of him, she barked, “You rascal, get over here.”

Curtis, looking like he’d barely slept, with bags under his eyes, took a gulp of his black coffee and replied, “What now, Your Majesty?”

Mary’s face was a picture of fury as she interrogated him, “Tell me, is it Anne or that Suzan you’re truly smitten with?”

“Still gossiping at your age,” Curtis muttered, his attention elsewhere.

Her temper flared, “Don’t you get smart with me. What promises did you make to me, huh? And what have you done instead? Look at the state you’ve left our Anne in.”

“I’m not having it. You better clean break it with Suzan and go apologize to Anne.”

“Isn’t the house chaotic enough for you?” Curtis downed the remaining half-cup of coffee as if it were poison he’d grown immune to, shrugged on his suit jacket, and headed for the door. “Mind your own business from now on.”

Incensed, Mary threw the teacup from the coffee table at him.

Curtis didn’t bother to dodge. Unfortunately for her, her aim was off, and the cup sailed passed him, leaving only a few droplets to stain his crisp new suit.

Curtis clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Always one for impeccable presentation, today he couldn’t be bothered to change into a fresh suit. Grabbing a towel offered by the maid, he wiped at the spot carelessly before tossing it aside.

“Trying to be a sharpshooter with those old eyes? Maybe I should stand closer to make it easier for you.”

That only fueled Mary’s rage, and she shot up, brandishing her cane, “I’ll knock some sense into you, you little brat.”

all you want, just don’t insult yourself,” Curtis caught the cane effortlessly, guiding her back down onto the sofa, “Worry less, eat

bent down and planted a kiss on her white

left fuming and speechless, her anger

when Jake glanced in the rearview mirror at Curtis in the back seat.

Chapter 119

the glass at the opposite

of the city hall, clad in tousled

pea coat, her long

checked her watch repeatedly, her frown deepening

the silence, “Mr. Curtis, aren’t we going over? Mrs. Richardson seems

him, Curtis remained still until he saw

the door

five minutes past the agreed-upon time

divorce, he

dialed Curtis’ number. After two rings, he picked up. “Can’t you ever be on

filled the air as Curtis voice came through nonchalantly, “What’s

stunt, Leanne frowned, “I lose

chuckled, “So what should we do? Maybe I’ll stand at the entrance and wait for two minutes, even it out for

Typical Curtis logic.

presence and turned

trees lined the path, and Curtis approached, his tall figure swathed in a black

call and crossed the

near, Leanne pocketed her phone and turned, “Let’s

city hall, Leanne scanned the agreement, signing her

moment’s hesitation.

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