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

Chapter 191

Curtis let out a snort and decided it was high time to settle the score, “So I hear you’ve been spreading rumors that Leanne is as ugly as sin?”

“Who said that? That’s a damn lie. I’d call myself ugly before I ever said a word against. her. Should anyone find her ugly, they certainly need to arrange for an eye test at the clinic.” Devin protested, his indignation just short of swearing an oath to the heavens.

Curtis took a swig of his drink, letting the smooth, aromatic liquor glide down his throat. before the fiery burn of the whiskey kicked back, mingling with a hint of woody, fruity

notes.

He felt like he was going mad, everything reminded him of Leanne.

Seemingly gentle and mellow, but with an inner fire that outlasted them all.

“What’s this we’re drinking?”

Devin glanced at the bottle, “Glen Maverick, 35 years old. Not bad, huh?”

Curtis grunted in response, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, the aged oak color rich and pleasing. “Doesn’t it remind you of Leanne?”

twisted awkwardly, “Man, that’s a loaded question. What am I supposed to say? If I agree, doesn’t

the group couldn’t help but burst into

you got a death wish or

let me punch him for

private room, opened or not, and stacked them

patting him on the back of the head with

card into the back pocket of his jeans, “You take her flak and

set his drink

Curtis sat there, puffing away indifferently, the usually confident and carefree man

others away, Devin couldn’t help

1/2

Leanne, why’d you act the way

loudmouth, you throw one insult her way, and she fires back ten. But Leanne, she seems

sensitive.”

voice was raspier than before, his cigarette-holding fingers rubbing his temple, “I understand her

things up, seldom showing anger, but once she was upset, it was tough to make things right.

probably the one who’d angered her