Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 157

Leanne paused, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. “Great, you bought the cakes and whatever. Happy now?” she spat out, pushing the door open with all her might.

it’s all his doing.

Curtis let out a mocking laugh, the anger in his voice unmistakable. “Fine it’ He’s the only one who’s ever been nice to you, and so what? You love him, but it’s useless. It’s not that I don’t want to play matchmaker for you. I asked him, and he doesn’t want to

marry you.”

Leanne froze, her voice sharp with accusation. “What the hell did you tell him about me?”

Curtis snorted, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. “Nothing much. I just conveyed your feelings for you.”

Her face flared up red, resembling an overripe tomato, words sputtering out in fury, “You… you’re a psycho…”

She was so angry that she could barely speak, her hands trembling as she balled them into fists and started pummeling Curtis with all her might.

One punch wasn’t satisfying enough, so she raised both fists and began to rain down a barrage of blows on him.

Curtis grunted, her relentless assault forcing him backward until he was up against the wall. He then caught both her wrists in his hands.

“A single hit could be seen as playful, but this many is starting to look like a domestic dispute,” he joked.

at him, fuming.

frustration simmering within him. He’d done

I’ll support you,

could ever confess your love

Instead, you treat me like a punching bag.

the shin, leaving several shoe prints on Curtis’

trousers.

be damned to thank you! You’re dragging me down with your sickness. You’re going to give him the wrong idea!”

wrong idea?

you loved him?”

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him in frustration. “I love him, but not in that way!”

mean?” His gaze deepened, and his voice lowered as he leaned in closer. “Spell it out for me. You don’t

pull

tightened his grip, pulling her closer. “Leanne, talk

or colleagues, Leanne could keep her composure. But when with Curtis, he always

stream, wanting nothing more than to flow gently but constantly being stirred

“Talk to hell!”