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?

he was genuinely afraid of saying something in a fit of rage that he couldn’t take something that would upset Leanne.

proving to be a real challenge.

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

every man is Curtis, he said?”

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

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said, “Is this what you came here for at Christmas? To eavesdrop and throw you

resting on his knee, his dark trousers making his slender fingers stand 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 wouldn’t have enough fun celebrating her birthday with another man, so I rushed over to set off fireworks

detected the sarcasm in his voice. “Nobody

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my helpful nature?” He took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling at stream of smoke that curled upwards, brushing past his indifferent gaze, “With a husband as

his sarcasm, retorted, “With all your goodness, you might as well go benefit

made Curtis chuckle.

tongue his little protégé had developed. The annoyance he’d felt upstairs began to dissipate. He removed the cigarette from his mouth, snuffed it out, and with a flick of his

“You’re self-sacrificing, I’m generous

shot back “v

must be crazy.”.

AM on Christmas Day, I’m diagnosed with madness,” Curtis agreed amiably, “All these

Leanne was speechless.