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?”

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

them, an odd, repelling magnetic field

detached, barely hid a smirk, “A towel.”

the

pants methodically, his gaze flickering towards Jeremy as

spilling the

a “Thanks.”

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

stars.

in hi fingers, his

at Leanne instinctively.

seemed like catching up with an old friend, teased, “Was it Yuna? Or Luna? You’ve had quite a few girlfriends; hard to keep

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was clear Jeremy had dated before; nothing scandalous about that. But bringing it up

name was Wendy. We broke up six months ago.

answer seemed intended for a specific listener.

lips, “What’s your type then? How about a doctor? My wife’s hospital has plenty of eligible single ladies. I could set