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

Chapter 228

Spring had just begun to hint at its arrival, yet the chill of winter lingered in the air. Curtis stood, conspicuously without a coat, his presence alone enough to draw attention.

His aura was one of brooding cold, but his appearance was striking. With deep-set, sculptural features and dressed from head to toe in a tailored suit that spoke of wealth, he turned heads wherever he looked. His hair was meticulously styled, and even in the dim light, his stature and attire set him apart from the crowd.

As a man stepped out of a nearby bar to light a cigarette, he couldn’t help but steal glances at Curtis.

After the third glance, Curtis, without even turning his head, spoke in a frosty tone, “If you don’t want to lose your eyes, better keep walking.”

The man, startled, muttered under his breath as he prepared to leave.

Curtis then called out, “Come back here.”

The man returned, wary and on edge, “What do you want?”

Jeremy emerged from the bar and soon noticed Curtis. With a cigarette between his lips, he stood tall and lean against the wall, lost in his thoughts as he watched the lively street

scene.

Joining Curtis, Jeremy stood silently beside him as a group of girls passed by, their laughter tinkling like bells in the night. Both men remained quiet, each lost in his own thoughts.

the details of their past. Rumors about their tumultuous relationship had

was why Curtis seemed to have had a change of heart. But he suspected it was just a case of wanting what

nature.

as Leanne could haunt many men’s dreams. To truly love her

they were on the brink of finalizing their

usually averse to cheap cigarettes, was too agitated to

you have something to say,

a cigarette?” Jeremy

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low-quality cigarettes he had reluctantly bought,

puffs, Jeremy said, “Curtis, I won’t deny my feelings for Leanne, but I never intended to come between you two. After you married her, I kept my distance, dated others, and only reconnected with Leanne because of Selina. I

this? You want me to play messenger for your confession?” Curtis’ irritation was palpable, his tone laced with sarcasm. “What, do I look like I’m in

Jeremy sighed, “I owe you

Curtis retorted with a smirk, “There’s

“Curtis, I know it’s not my place to meddle in your relationship

whose friend are you supposed to

or Leanne’s. It doesn’t