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

Chapter 255

Joy stopped her tirade mid-rant when the person in question bolted, leaving her fuming.

Then there was that assistant, looking like he couldn’t decide if he was more human or hound, who had the audacity to bring a recorder, suggesting she finish her rant into it so they could play it back for Mr. Richardson later

As if! Nothing about that recorder was as gratifying as punchable Curtis. How was she supposed to unleash her fury on a piece of plastic?

“Mark my words, we’ll see who’s faster next time!”

By the time Joy returned, she was doubly incensed.

Because Selina had just spilled the beans about Leanne’s past struggle with severe depression during their car ride, slapping her thigh in frustration for not having joined in on bashing Curtis earlier.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? And I was feeling guilty about our last bar hop. But now, I see I was right all along! He doesn’t deserve Leanne!”

When they got back to Golden Grove Manors, Leanne had just woken up from a nap.

Selina was still going on about it, and Joy barely managed to stop her from continuing in front of Leanne.

Leanne, hearing bits of their conversation, turned back to her task after ensuring both her friends were in one piece.

“Don’t bother next time. He’s not as nice as you think,” Leanne finally said.

Curtis, with all his pride, rarely resorted to physical confrontations. But when he did, he didn’t hold back. Leanne knew of at least two incidents. One involved a high school bully who ended up with a ruined lineage, only settled after the Richardson family coughed up a fortune. The other was that Derek found himself amidst shattered glass, an image

Leanne inadvertently witnessed.

“Definitely not going next time,” Joy assured with her lips, “Arguing with him is too draining. I’m starving. What’s for dinner?”

it. You

I don’t know your game. You’re trying to diet by making me fat,” Joy accused, half-joking, “If I’m packing on the pounds, no one’s getting away with staying

mischief, “If you’re not eating, either am

Leanne sighed, defeated.

by her friends who

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to

meal, Leanne found herself digging in more than

singing forced Leanne to

the buzzing vibe had somehow livened up her dull feelings.

beer, the chill of the night contrasting with the warmth of the grill

am by the

felt light-hearted, waving goodbye

the car.

to her apartment, she paused, noticing a

how long he

the neighbor’s kid informed him that Leanne and her friends

see her, but as time went on, he cooled

more patient.

thousands of nights of waiting. Sitting here was the least he could

early morning chill bit through his uncoated form, his suit

second skin.

his shallow breaths and the approaching footsteps of the person he longed to see.