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?”

supposed to say? If I agree, doesn’t that sound a

group couldn’t help but

death wish or something?”

let me punch him for

off, this ain’t your business.” Devin stood up, gathering every bottle in the private room, opened or not, and stacked them in front of

out a black card from his wallet and handed it to him, patting him on the back of the head with a feigned tenderness, “Go buy

his jeans,

remark dimmed Curtis’ demeanor, and he set his drink aside, pulling a cigarette

watching as Curtis sat there, puffing away indifferently, the usually confident and carefree man now seemingly cloaked in

shooing the others away, Devin couldn’t help but

1/2

with Leanne, why’d you act the way you did before?

heels for Suzan. Leanne ain’t like Joy, you know. Joy’s a loudmouth, you throw

sensitive.”

his cigarette-holding fingers

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

the one who’d angered her