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

Chapter 325

Jeremy and Austin had just exchanged pleasantries when they headed back to their table. Devin, menu in hand, was scribbling away furiously. “Who’s that guy?” he muttered.

Across from him, Curtis draped his jacket over the back of his chair, the clean lines of his white shirt giving him a relaxed yet refined look. He picked up the teacup, his gaze nowhere near Devin, his voice casual, “You don’t know Jeremy?”

Devin kept his eyes on another table while his pencil twirled rapidly between his fingers, his brows knotted tightly. “I meant the guy next to Joy.”

Curtis wasn’t interested. “Some big shot from Lyle Advertising Agency.”

The group seized the moment to tease Devin. “Aren’t you pursuing Joy? Looks like someone beat you to it.”

“Can you even compete?”

“Cut it out, guys. Our Mr. Perez is a rookie in love; how’s he supposed to chase anyone?”

Devin frowned. “Say that again, and I swear I’ll dunk your head in the fondue pot.”

“Maybe you should dunk that guy next to Joy instead.”

Devin scoffed, unimpressed. “Why would I? With his playboy looks, Joy sure has terrible

taste.”

crew arrived, Joy had been on high alert, wary from Devin. But the dinner proceeded

of any mischief

through, two trendy-looking girls approached, phones in hand, seemingly as Curtis for his number.

glanced over, indifferent.

hand, watched intently, chopsticks

a nonchalant smile playing on his lips-a look

form, whatever he said next left

phone and immediately rolled her eyes. “See? Typical

spoke, Leanne’s phone pinged with a new

up: a message from Curtis.

follow

1/5

09:14

to decline, he would have just done so. Why bother telling

[Whatever you want]

replied nonchalantly and was about to set the phone down when another message

tell her my wife’s here

fingers hovering over the lock button, the words

race.