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

Chapter 179

“Got a meeting at nine, Curtis. The team from Bullion Boulevard is discussing the acquisition of Titan Group. Here’s the investment summary that M&A dropped on us yesterday. Thought you’d wanna take a look before the meeting.”

Curtis hung his coat on the rack, took the document, and stood at his desk, flipping through the pages. His eyes inadvertently swept over the calendar, and he paused, a wrinkle forming between his brows.

“What’s today’s date?”

Caleb replied, “It’s the 17th.”

That minimalist calendar, which had been perched on the solid, imposing black desk for three months, suddenly seemed to offend Mr. Curtis’ refined senses.

He sniffed disdainfully, “Who put this here? Do they think I’m dumb? Can’t remember the date without this thing staring at me?”

Caleb was silent. Wasn’t it Mr. Curtis who had just asked for the date?

Caleb, ever the professional, didn’t show his bemusement. He’d seen his boss in stranger moods after a day off, which somehow seemed to leave Curtis more on edge than if he’d never left the office.

“I’ll get rid of it right away.”

analysis in the report. “What’s lined up for

breezed through the itinerary, organized by time and priority, “You’ve got social obligations today and tomorrow-booked since last week. After the 20th, your

finger, which had been tracing lines of text, stopped. A half-smile played on his lips as he asked with mock concern, “Tired of being my

with practiced ease, “I’m

and Curtis

investment banking were

relentless grind during his two years

mind off things-off the messy, the unresolved. It was a temporary block against the tide of thoughts that threatened to

time the afternoon rush was over, it was nearly

1/2

picked up quickly, the background noise hinting he was at

“Need me?”

thought she detected a hint of pleasure

you busy?” she asked.

at all. Just a

excused himself from the table, pushing away a proffered glass of wine with a polite, “Pardon me,” and left

calling?” someone

the receiver,