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

Chapter 332

Recently, Devin has been feeling out of sorts. It wasn’t clear why, just a general sense of disillusionment with the world around him. Everyone seemed to irritate him, he was quick to anger, and even his favorite video games couldn’t distract him from his mood.

After Devin snapped at him for the third time for no apparent reason, Skyler Nelson, with a hint of sarcasm, asked, “What’s up, man? You on your period or something?”

Devin snapped back, “Kiss my ass.

Skyler just raised an eyebrow and sighed, “Don’t take it out on me, buddy. I’ve got my own problems to deal with.”

Devin scoffed, “Oh, please. It’s just Grace turning down your proposal. Is that all you got?” He hit a nerve, and Skyler retorted, “And what about you? Is it just because Joy started dating someone? You’re overreacting?”

“Screw you, man. Just you wait!”

Worried that Devin might actually come after him, Skyler tried to change the subject. “Curtis’ birthday is coming up. Shouldn’t we plan something for him?”

Curtis had been swamped with the IPO plans for SolidAxis Engineering and using his free time to slowly win over Leanne. When he saw the lavish banquet hall Devin had booked, he joked, “Planning a wedding or what?”

“It’s for your birthday, man,” Devin replied, always more concerned about Curtis’ affairs than anyone else. “It’s your first birthday back home. We’ve got to make it big.”

Sitting at his desk, Curtis was more interested in the stock market trends than his birthday plans. “Save the big celebrations for my 80th birthday,” he quipped.

Devin, perched on the desk, teased, “Don’t you want to know what your wife might gift you?”

Curtis smirked, “I’d be grateful if she just

onto the couch,

over from his desk, “I’ve got a short biz trip, might not be back that day. We could just

should I invite Leanne?”

hoped Leanne would come,

in his leather chair, Curtis pondered

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hearings and roadshows, President Brian’s phone rang. The usually

it’s right in my pocket, I’ll take it after lunch… Sure, I’ll send a photo for

lawyer,

out. She calls

Mr. Richardson, where were we?”

while leaving the restaurant, Curtis

you going to join the

a while, “Got

about the day after?”

have to

just another birthday. I can skip it.”