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

Chapter 261

The room, initially buzzing with an indescribable energy, settled into a calm as the camera started rolling.

Curtis scanned the room, his gaze landing on a peculiar sight, and raised an eyebrow, “What’s the gig here?”

Devin pushed him towards the center of the room onto a couch, “You’re in the hot seat today. Time for an interview.”

“To get an interview, you gotta go through my secretary first for an appointment,” Curtis replied, not really in the mood for games, making a move to stand up.

However, Devin pulled out a surprising prop from behind, placing it on his head.

It was a mask made from a picture of Leanne, paired with a biker jacket, creating a bizarre ensemble as he faced Curtis.

Curtis’ gaze fixed on the mask for a second before breaking into laughter, “Looking for a beating, huh?”

Nonetheless, he settled down on the couch, his tone noticeably softer, “I’ve got a couple of meetings later. Let’s not drag this.”

Devin clipped a mic onto Curtis’ collar as he leaned back on the couch, eyeing the picture

of Leanne on Devin.

“Where did you get that? It’s quite haunting on you.’

“Your stare is pretty haunting, too.”

captured before Curtis found out about Leanne’s depression. At that time, he exuded

chuckled softly at Devin’s comment, “Then take

for Leanne today,” Devin declared, positioning himself

of prepared questions, Devin asked, “Who’s your favorite

eyes shimmering under the carefully arranged lighting, adding depth

danced in his eyes as he looked at Devin, responding with a hint

“You.”

the mask amidst a wave of laughter from the small audience in the screening room. Joy and Selina

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through the

two people weren’t laughing.

back on track, “Let’s ask again. Don’t rush your answer. It’s a multiple-choice question.”

your favorite woman? Option A: Leanne. Option B…

could continue, Curtis interrupted with

finish the options.”

“Doesn’t matter who else is on the

on her milkshake, felt conflicted by his answer,

on fried chicken, whispered back, equally conflicted, “I’ve been saying he