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.”

Joy had been on high

of any mischief

phones in hand, seemingly as

over,

watched intently, chopsticks clenched tightly.

playing on his lips-a look that no doubt set many a heart fluttering.

form, whatever he said next left

him pulling out his phone and immediately rolled her

phone pinged with

a message from Curtis.

follow me on Instagram]

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decline, he would have just done so. Why bother telling her now?

[Whatever you want]

the phone

I tell her my

over the lock button, the words

race.