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

Chapter 186

Curtis cocked an eyebrow, a wry grin playing on his lips, “Devin’s words? Sounds like he’s asking for trouble.”

Lisa’s face soured, “No, no, it wasn’t him. Who knows who started that rumor.”

Leanne wasn’t in the mood for schmoozing, and Lisa, hitting a wall with her, turned her charms towards Curtis.

She thought Curtis wasn’t as intimidating as the rumors suggested, finding him quite approachable. And opportunities to rub elbows with the man himself were rare, and she couldn’t let this slip by.

“Mr. Curtis, let’s have a drink together.” Unfazed by the glances from the crowd, she held a bottle of red wine aloft, poised to pour into Curtis’ glass, tilting the bottle just so.

As she bent forward, her low-cut dress offered a generous view, and she made no effort to conceal her curves.

The others exchanged knowing looks, some with disdain, others eagerly awaiting the spectacle, while Leanne quietly savored her apple pie, feigning ignorance of the drama unfolding.

Curtis gestured with two fingers, effectively capping his own glass.

“No alcohol for me tonight.”

A couple of drinks, some small talk, and the timely suggestion to connect on social media, that was the unspoken rule of networking. Lisa, ever the coquette, tried to persuade him, “Did you drive here? You could always call a cab later.”

brushing past with a chill of indifference. “I flew in, actually. You

across

followed, punctuated by a stifled laugh from the room.

save face when a group of gentlemen, hearing of Mr. Curtis’ arrival, came over to pay their respects.

what

been meaning to ask you out for a meal, but it’s been two

or stand, and he just

glanced at Leanne and complimented, “Is this your wife? From

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taken aback to respond to the

the glass to his left to clink. with the gentleman, a look of approval on his face.

you’ve got good eyesight then, noticing her beauty from that

glass was hers, closed her mouth upon hearing his

“Did he suddenly regain his

words, pondered, “Is this some sort of backhanded compliment? Mocking the flattery while subtly showing disdain

Mr. Curtis’ presence, a steady stream

busier

his attention, depending on his mood or

came by to ensure the cuisine suited Curtis’ taste, even upgrading their table’s wine to