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

Chapter 213

Curtis had just gone upstairs, only to find someone had beaten him to it.

Why is it that when Jeremy shows up, she doesn’t mind him interrupting her work?

And there she is, flashing Jeremy one of her dazzling smiles.

What’s so funny? Is it Jeremy’s face that’s laugh-worthy?

How long had it been since she had smiled at him? Every time she saw him, it was nothing but scowls and if looks could kill, Curtis would be riddled with holes by now.

Why does she light up so much around Jeremy?

Could it be, even just a little, that she actually likes Jeremy?

Sudden jealousy flared up in Curtis like gasoline poured over his heart’s embers, igniting a chaotic blaze, a wildfire that left his reason scorched to nothing.

Curtis was half-tempted to pack that cake, along with Jeremy, into a fireworks cannon and blast them into the sky.

But clinging to his last shred of sanity, he didn’t go in. Instead, he walked away, lighting a cigarette in the cold air to calm himself down.

This wasn’t like him at all. Since when did Mr. Curtis need to avoid anyone?

genuinely afraid of saying something in a fit of rage that he couldn’t take something that

hedgehog was proving to be a real

to think he’d wasted so much effort on those fireworks, only for Jeremy to end enjoying them. Maybe he should charge Jeremy a viewing fee?

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that comment. With a cold snort, Curtis thought, “Never knew the guy

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this what you came here for at Christmas? To eavesdrop and throw you sarcastic comments

out even more. With a snurk that carried a hint of irony, he said with feigned propriety, “Of course not. I was worried my wife

sarcasm in his voice. “Nobody

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that curled upwards, brushing past his indifferent gaze, “With a husband as selflessly devoted and helpful

by his sarcasm, retorted, “With all your goodness, you might as well go benefit someone else.”

made Curtis chuckle.

protégé had developed. The annoyance he’d felt upstairs began to dissipate. He removed the cigarette from his mouth, snuffed

can’t benefit anyone else,” he said slowly, lifting his eyelids, “You’re self-sacrificing, I’m generous to a fault; we’re a match made in heaven. Perfect

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must be crazy.”.

on Christmas Day, I’m diagnosed with madness,” Curtis agreed amiably, “All these ailments, you’ve driven me to them.

Leanne was speechless.