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

group couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

got a death wish or

punch him

gathering every bottle in the private room, opened or not, and stacked

him, patting him on the back of the head with a feigned tenderness, “Go buy yourself a sewing

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

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

it for him, watching as Curtis sat there, puffing away indifferently, the usually confident and carefree man now seemingly cloaked in chilly silence.

shooing the others away, Devin couldn’t help but

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with Leanne, why’d you act

a loudmouth, you throw one

sensitive.”

was raspier than before, his cigarette-holding fingers rubbing his temple, “I understand her better than you do.”

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

angered her the