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.”

“We heard your grandmother wasn’t feeling well, so we thought we’d

an elder, she was supposed to be somewhat

at her age, had become more willful, no longer

the younger

had been eagerly awaiting Leanne’s return, and here this family of three had shown up unannounced, making Leanne

one’s feelings. “Who said I was not feeling well? I’m

shoulder, his expression sheepish. “It’s good to hear you’re

gently and patiently instructed her, “Come on, say hello.

manners greeted the “Mr Wright, Mrs.

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secure a marriage alliance with the Richardson family, but Leanne had unexpectedly become involved, so they naturally weren’t fond

her.

they still had to keep up appearances, and Suzan’s mother, Claudine Wright, responded half-heartedly, “It’s

said, “Grandma missed her, so I brought her home for

hands still clasped

“I heard from Suzan you’ve been sick recently. You meet a lot of clients at work; you should be more

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

unclear who