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

Mary chuckled, her eyes crinkling as she pulled Leanne into the living room. Upon spotting Curtis sprawled on the couch, she grumbled, "Whose annoying brat is this? Shoo him away, shoo!"

Curtis lazily raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? If you kick me out, I might take your darling Anne along."

"In your dreams," Mary retorted, clearly in high spirits. After dinner, Leanne stayed to keep her company, helping trim her nails in the cozy living room. Once they finished, on a whim, Mary told Sarah to fetch some nail polish for a manicure session.

Curtis stood by the window, phone in hand, discussing stocks with Devin, who had recently found some newfound motivation to make investments. Not usually one to teach investing, Curtis showed unusual patience as he explained the potential of a particular stock.

Devin sounded confused. "So, should I buy it or not?"

You cannot teach new tricks to an old dog.

"I'll teach you how to 'make' five million in three months. Interested?"

Devin perked up. "Let's hear it."

your five million in the bank, and don't touch it. After three months, it'll still

the joke. "Bro, are you

smirked. "It's quite

these

Curtis pocketed his phone, he turned to see Mary and Leanne sitting under the

what you're good at," Curtis advised casually. "Run your race instead

to Leanne's hand. "I'm bored with you guys a lot. From now on, I want Anne to take care of me. Sarah, pack my

"And who will look after you when I'm at

"Then I'll take

"Leanne's place ain't huge, plus

they walked Leanne to the car. She shot Curtis a disdainful look. "Useless, you still

coat, unruffled. "I'm not in a hurry, so why are

hobbled back inside, cane in hand.

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