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

Chapter 294

Mr. and Mrs. Wright were sitting in the living room, a steaming cup of coffee in front of them, while Suzan perched elegantly beside them, the picture of grace and propriety.

The scene was almost comical, resembling a marriage negotiation-except for the presence of Suzan’s college-going brother, both families, and the elders were all in attendance.

The only discordant note was the appearance of Leanne.

She couldn’t figure out where the mix-up had happened. Today was supposed to be a meeting between the two families, and her presence was just plain awkward.

“Curtis is back,” announced Suzan’s father, Harrington Wright, a middle-aged man who took great care of his appearance, his smile revealing crow’s feet, “It’s been a while since we’ve seen you.”

Leanne pushed past Curtis, attempting to leave, but Curtis caught her by the wrist.

Holding her hand, he walked into the room under everyone’s watchful eyes.

Leanne tried subtly to twist her wrist away, wanting him to let go.

He held on firmly, his strong hands skillfully matched her efforts as he casually greeted the guests, saying, “Had we known Mr. and Mrs. Wright were visiting, we would have come home earlier.”

so we thought we’d come over

was supposed to be somewhat kinder to the younger

become more willful, no longer

for keeping the younger

Leanne’s return, and here this family of three had shown up

I was not feeling well? I’m perfectly

cold shoulder, his expression sheepish. “It’s good to hear you’re in good health; that puts us at

her, “Come on, say hello.

maintaining her manners greeted the “Mr

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a marriage alliance with the Richardson family, but Leanne had unexpectedly become

her.

and Suzan’s mother, Claudine Wright, responded half-heartedly, “It’s nice that Leanne’s here today

so I brought her home

noticing their hands still clasped together, then shot Leanne a

spoke only to Curtis, “I heard from Suzan you’ve been sick recently.

blaming my clients unjustly,” Curtis glanced at Leanne, “It’s her fault, getting sick and still insisting I cuddle her to

who