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

Chapter 184

Leanne’s gaze snapped up to the head table as she caught the movie star’s eyes fixed in her direction.

Curtis’ deep voice rolled out lazily, “Made up your mind? I only take people I know well to meet her.”

Gritting her teeth, Leanne hesitated for a few seconds. Idols were her world, and if she passed up this opportunity, who knew if she’d ever get another chance?

She put down her fork and stood up.

Tonight, Leanne was just another face in the crowd, and compared to the dolled-up celebrities and social media darlings, her simple black dress seemed understated.

She wore a turtleneck sweater that embraced her shape perfectly, completed with a velvet skirt, elegant and reminiscent of a black swan.

Curtis’ arm slipped naturally around her waist, escorting her towards the head table. With their steps in sync and silhouettes matching, it was clear these two were no strangers.

They left behind a table full of people immersed in a gossipy and awkward atmosphere.

Joy reveled in the discomfort of others, grinning cheekily at Lisa, “Yes, she’s the ‘ugly wife’ you were talking about. Quite hideous indeed, just about a million miles prettier than you, I’d say.”

Lisa was shocked.

“You know Ms. Watson?” Leanne was full of questions now.

She had seen Curtis talking to her just moments ago.

“Not really, met her for the first time today,” Curtis explained, “She’s Tina’s aunt.”

to Larissa’s background, and after all, the Richardsons and the Watsons

expected this connection and felt

Watson hadn’t fallen through, she might have had the

But…

she’s my idol?” Leanne asked in

with a teasing smile, “You were delirious with a fever, clutching her poster and calling it ‘Mom. Forgot about that?”

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worried he might spill her secrets in front of the star, “I didn’t have a picture

return.” They were almost at the head table, and everyone, including the star, was watching

ever the capitalist, had set the trap, and now, as

make a deal.”

too late that she had fallen into his trap, Leanne now locked eyes with the star, who was smiling warmly at her. Too late for second thoughts.

she tensed up, “What do

was a low murmur, meant for her ears only, “I’m allergic to the

and like a duck being led

out with a smile, “Anne, is

to her mother, Leanne felt an emotional lump forming in her

name and even called

both nervous and elated, shook her hand. Larissa’s slender, delicate

like her mother’s.

within her, Leanne

flicker of surprise crossed

the head table