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

Chapter 227

Curtis frowned, a sense of foreboding washing over him as the silence stretched between the gathered crowd. The evening, meant for casual drinks and laughter, had taken an unexpected turn.

His irritation peaked, and with a clink louder than intended, his glass met the marble countertop, the fragile material showing a hairline crack – a testament to his barely contained frustration.

Grabbing his jacket, Curtis made his way through the bustling pub, catching up to Leanne just outside.

“You’re mad again?” he asked, gripping her wrist.

“Not at all,” Leanne retorted, pulling away.

“Sure,” Curtis said, his hold tightening as he pulled her back, searching her eyes. “What’s got into you? Is it because I called out his intentions, or because I made it tough for him?” Leanne’s brows knitted together. “Why drag others into our mess? You making him uncomfortable was about me, wasn’t it?”

Curtis was steaming because of her defense of Jeremy. But when she distinguished between “others” and “our”, he felt a slight sense of satisfaction. This left him split in two half mad, half quietly content.

“It’s not like I want him in our business. Do you think I enjoy having him around?”

His grip loosened, his gaze softening. “If it weren’t for worrying about upsetting you, have already set him straight.”

I’d

I should

need,” Curtis said with a smirk, caressing her chin.

brushed his hand

considered his actual intentions? If you weren’t dragging your feet,

creating

predict your

noticeably, “So, we divorce, and he’s free to date you? Is that

words had reignited his temper, his

room for him? Touched

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“For the last time, our

defend

I just don’t want him

behind my back for years, and you think you’re

acted on it. I barely knew him a few months ago.”

out that their marital issues weren’t