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.

Leanne, even without knowing the details of their past. Rumors about

have had a change of heart. But

nature.

love Leanne? Jeremy doubted it. A woman as stunning as Leanne could haunt many men’s dreams. To truly love her would mean never to have neglected her for so

on the brink of finalizing

too agitated to care. As

he spoke with indifference, “If you have something to say, just say

have a cigarette?” Jeremy asked.

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him one of the low-quality cigarettes he had reluctantly bought,

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 admit, it was selfish of me to use her as a way to be close to Leanne, even if just as

messenger for your confession?” Curtis’ irritation was palpable, his tone laced with sarcasm. “What,

what I mean,” Jeremy sighed,

admit it,” Curtis retorted with

meddle in your relationship with Leanne, but as a

whose friend are you supposed to

It doesn’t