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?”

didn’t look his way, instead, his gaze lingered on Jeremy across the table, charged

around them, an odd, repelling magnetic field seemed to surround

and detached, barely hid a

and the towel were

pants methodically, his gaze flickering towards Jeremy

by Jeremy’s thoughtfulness, realizing he noticed her spilling

a “Thanks.”

Tossing the towel on the table, he leaned back into the sofa resting his left hand on the

stars.

drink, but he didn’t drink it. Instead, he twirled the ornate glass in hi fingers, his gaze drifting towards Jeremy, “Haven’t seen you around in a while. How com

glanced at Leanne

in a tone that seemed like catching up with an old friend, teased, “Was it Yuna? Or

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before; nothing scandalous about that. But bringing it up in front

Wendy. We broke up six months

seemed intended for a specific

sly smile playing on his lips, “What’s your type then? How about a doctor? My