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

Chapter 225

Leanne kept her movements minimal, nearly invisible amidst the bar’s raucous

atmosphere.

Curtis glanced down at the large wine stain on his jeans, pausing for a moment before speaking, “You’re pretty welcoming today, hitting me with a drink right off the bat.”

He was quite good at patting himself on the back. Leanne rolled her eyes, “Who said anything about buying you a drink?”

“Well then, allow me,” Curtis flagged down the bartender, about to place an order.

That’s when he locked eyes with Jeremy.

The bartender, tablet in hand, approached them politely, “What can I get for you two?”

Jeremy said, “Another martini, please.”

Turning to Curtis, the bartender asked, “And for you, sir?”

look his way, instead, his gaze lingered on Jeremy across

an odd, repelling magnetic field seemed to

and detached, barely hid a smirk,

the martini and the towel

the towel, cleaning his pants methodically, his gaze flickering towards Jeremy as he placed the cocktail in

realizing he noticed her spilling

a

table, he leaned back into the sofa resting his left hand on the table edge, his watch catching the dim light,

stars.

handed him a drink, but he didn’t drink it. Instead, he twirled the ornate glass in hi fingers, his gaze drifting

glanced at Leanne instinctively.

old friend, teased, “Was it Yuna? Or Luna? You’ve had quite a few girlfriends; hard

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scandalous about that. But bringing it up in front of

moment, Jeremy replied, “Her name was Wendy. We broke up six months ago.

for

then? How about a