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

Chapter 293

Stepping out of the car, Leanne carried a sugar-free cheesecake she’d bought for Mary, standing to the side, polite and quiet, waiting.

Jake’s gaze shifted to the woman on the footpath not too far away, dressed in a cozy knitted sweater and a flowing skirt, exuding a gentle charm.

Then his eyes darted back to the man in the backseat.

Curtis, observing her through the one-way glass, raised an eyebrow in surprise, “She’s waiting for me?”

Jake hesitated to jump to conclusions, “I… I guess so.”

Leanne had been waiting for nearly five minutes before the car door lazily swung open, revealing long legs encased in dark trousers stepping out.

With the sound of his dress shoes hitting the ground, Curtis, in his crisp, distinguished suit, showcased his broad shoulders and narrow waist, his physique strikingly proportionate.

His jacket was unbuttoned, no tie in sight, as he flashed her a casual smile, “Look at you, all nice and waiting for me today.”

Seeing his face, Leanne dropped the act of politeness she maintained in front of elders.

Ignoring him, she turned and walked away.

Curtis, catching up with his long strides, tried to figure her out from her cold demeano

waiting for

was about to speak, Leanne beat him to it, asking,

had been restraining himself, eager to talk to her but careful not to overstep; even retracting a social media

she still

cool, “What

a bit odd.”

“In what way?”

me.” Leanne chose her words carefully, not wanting to cause any misunderstandings that might affect Caleb’s job, considering his dedication and diligence

good he’s polite,” Curtis commented with sincerity, “Just like

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probably trying to get on your good side for me.

was oblivious to the struggles of the common man, ready to dismiss an

said, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Just respond to his greetings. I pay him well every month; it’s only right he keeps

otherwise.”

flawed logic.

behind, asking in an offhand tone, “Did you think it was my brother waiting

we go again.

uninterested in engaging,

standing beneath a lemon tree, was hit squarely