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.”

the Watsons

expected this connection and felt

through, she

But…

know she’s my idol?” Leanne asked

“You were delirious with a fever, clutching her poster and calling it

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secrets in front of the star, “I didn’t have a picture of my mom at

do something for me in return.” They were almost at the head table, and everyone, including the star, was watching their

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

make

be so kind-hearted. Realizing too late that she had fallen into his trap, Leanne now locked eyes with

bad premonition washed over her as she tensed up, “What do you

low murmur, meant for her ears only, “I’m allergic to the city hall

and like a duck being

a smile, “Anne, is it? Nice

Curtis’ cunning and faced with Larissa’s resemblance to her mother, Leanne felt an

and

elated, shook her hand. Larissa’s slender, delicate

like her mother’s.

her, Leanne almost blurted

flicker of surprise crossed

the head table looked on in