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 in, actually. You gonna find me

across

by a stifled

to save face when a group of gentlemen, hearing of

Mr. Richardson, what brings you by?”

been meaning to ask you out for a meal, but it’s been two months and you’re always

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

Leanne and complimented, “Is this your wife?

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polite nod, too taken aback to respond

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

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

to remind him that the glass was hers, closed her mouth upon hearing his words.

asparagus, skeptical, “Did he suddenly

this some sort of backhanded compliment? Mocking the flattery while subtly showing disdain for Leanne’s

a steady stream of people came

was even busier

could be capricious with his attention, depending on his mood or how well someone could butter him up.

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