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.”

twitched, his gaze brushing past with a chill of indifference. “I flew in, actually. You gonna find me a pilot for the

across

followed, punctuated by a stifled laugh

gentlemen,

Richardson, what brings you by?”

for a meal, but

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

and complimented, “Is this your wife?

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taken

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

you’ve got good eyesight then, noticing her

him that the glass was hers, closed her mouth upon hearing his words. She didn’t want

her asparagus, skeptical, “Did he suddenly regain

sort of backhanded compliment? Mocking the flattery while subtly showing disdain for

Curtis’ presence, a steady stream of people

even busier than

his attention, depending on his mood or how well someone

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