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

Chapter 278

The show of concern was all a front, the real intent behind Suzan’s words was to remind Leanne that the tea she had enjoyed yesterday was brewed by her.

On the other end of the phone, Suzan paused for a moment, then let out a scoff, “Leanne, I truly underestimated you before.”

“That’s your problem. Small minds always see others as smaller.”

Suzan dropped the act, “And how noble are you? Always talking about divorcing Curtis, but why the constant back and forth? I thought you had more backbone. Going to the city hall for divorce papers, was that just another one of your games?”

It was Curtis who couldn’t let go, yet in the eyes of others, she became the one at fault.

Lying on the couch, her voice, nasal and seemingly harmless, was now laced with cold indifference, “And what right do you have to question me?”

What right indeed?

If they had smoothly gone through the divorce, she would’ve been engaged to Curtis by

now.

Their families had already discussed marriage plans with the Richardsons, just waiting for Curtis and Leanne to finalize their divorce. But it dragged on and on, and now, they weren’t separating at all.

How could Suzan not despise her?

“I’m just curious, how do you have Curtis spinning around your finger? He was determin to divorce you after coming back from Emberland.”

“He doesn’t care about anyone, yet now he’s chasing after you. Leanne, what’s your

secret?”

and she had no patience for nonsense, “Ask him

she hung

while to settle was swept away clean. The video

to play his cards, offering her the herbal tea Suzan made

of the door unlocking echoed,

sharply, entered, carrying

had absentmindedly given him the

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between the herbal tea from Suzan and Curtis’ scent

his own place, naturally changed into house slippers and took off his jacket, heading to

learn my door code?”

just tried a random one.” Curtis approached, pressing his palm against her forehead, “Why are

the first time he guessed her password

by the big bad wolf, what

pushed his hand away, slipping into her slippers to change the password in front of

taking his jacket, draped it over her shoulders,

with her hand, “Don’t peek.”

the wall with his arms crossed, a look of patience personified, “Go ahead. I

hard, even for her final exams. After much thought, she came up with a combination he couldn’t possibly

was about

a playful eyebrow raise, suggested a bet, “If I guess this one,

the previously thought-out code, randomly entering a meaningless string of numbers.