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

couldn’t help but burst

got a death wish or

me punch him

your business.” Devin stood up, gathering every bottle in the private

it to him, patting him on the back of the head with a feigned

pocket of his jeans,

set his drink aside, pulling a

sat there, puffing away indifferently,

shooing the others away, Devin

1/2

with Leanne, why’d you

ain’t like Joy, you know. Joy’s a loudmouth, you throw one insult her

sensitive.”

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

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

one who’d angered her the most, wasn’t he?