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

Chapter 263

Seeing Leanne twisting her head, someone from the back called out, “Hey Mrs. Richardson!”

After a short clip ended, countless attitudes had reversed, showing immense respect for Leanne.

“Hey Leanne, long time no see. Have you forgotten me?.”

“Mrs. Richardson, I’m having an art exhibit at the Arts Center in a few days. If you’re free, would you and Curtis grace us with your presence?”

“Mrs. Richardson, let’s exchange numbers?”

Leanne found herself surrounded, her hands filled with tickets to the exhibit, two of them.

Joy had no patience for subtlety, rolling her eyes in a sarcastic manner, “Some people are like weather vanes, always shifting with the wind.”

Suddenly, someone screamed not far away, followed by a clattering noise, drawing everyone’s attention.

Suzan, who had been quietly trying to leave, walked too hastily and was bumped into by a girl holding a milkshake, who then knocked over a small table, spilling food and drinks everywhere.

Suzan was drenched in milkshake, her dress not spared.

“I’m so sorry, Suzan. I wasn’t intentional…” the girl hurriedly bent down with a napkin to help, only to spread the vibrant sauces even more evenly.

The stares from around made Suzan’s already upset face turn a shade of crimson with a mix of embarrassment and anger as she snapped, “Are you blind? Stop wiping!”

of her stature was

hall fell into

public image of dignity

a gloomy face, kicked the girl away and left, with

the ground, turned pale, rubbing her hurt palm. Her eyes reddened in humiliation and she complained, “It was her who bumped into

wipes was handed over to her. She

serene face.

up, “Wipe it off.”

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eyes as she sobbed and wiped her hands. Joy, hands on her hips, yelled towards the exit Suzan had just used, “Some people have no

echoed from behind, “Exactly!

to her with a sneer, “Ha, wonder who used to

looked skyward, “Who? Definitely not

way, where’s Curtis today?” someone suddenly

isn’t coming to your birthday? I haven’t seen him in ages.”

on the

a polite one, “Leanne,

more like it was Leanne’s special day.

confession was a way to make amends for the humiliation