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.”

of indifference. “I flew

across

by a stifled laugh from

publicly snubbed, struggled to save face when a group of gentlemen,

Mr. Richardson, what brings

for a meal, but it’s been two

his glass or stand, and he just lounged there, responding with. detached pleasantries.

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

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nod, too taken aback to respond to

up the glass to his left to clink. with the

you’ve got good eyesight then, noticing her

mouth upon hearing his words. She didn’t

on her asparagus, skeptical, “Did he

words, pondered, “Is this some sort of backhanded compliment? Mocking the flattery while subtly showing disdain for Leanne’s looks?”

event was small, but with Mr. Curtis’ presence, a steady stream

even busier

attention, depending on his mood or how

the meal, the hosts came by to ensure the cuisine suited Curtis’