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?”

awkwardly, “Man, that’s a loaded question. What am I supposed

in the group couldn’t help but

you got a death wish

let me punch him

in the private room, opened or

black card from his wallet and handed it to him, patting him on the back

card into the back pocket of his jeans, “You take her flak and then dump it on

set his drink

it for him, watching as Curtis sat there, puffing away indifferently, the usually confident and

the others away, Devin couldn’t

1/2

you

you said back then, we all thought you were head over heels for Suzan. Leanne ain’t like Joy, you know. Joy’s a loudmouth, you throw one insult her way, and she fires

sensitive.”

Curtis’ voice was raspier than before, his cigarette-holding fingers rubbing

but once

who’d angered her the most, wasn’t