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.”

on high alert, wary from Devin. But the dinner proceeded without

of any mischief

phones in hand, seemingly

over,

the other hand, watched intently, chopsticks clenched tightly.

a nonchalant smile playing on his lips-a look

to form, whatever he said next left the

and immediately rolled her eyes. “See? Typical

she spoke, Leanne’s phone pinged with a

lit up: a message from

follow me on

1/5

09:14

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

[Whatever you want]

nonchalantly and was about to set the phone down when another message from Curtis popped

I tell her my

the lock button, the words making

race.