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

"Don't talk to me like that, you brat!" Mary didn't bother with him, her gaze drifting over his shoulder, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

"Oh, my darling Anne has arrived."

Curtis turned around.

The ballroom was a cascade of light and shadow, and the murmur of conversation dipped dramatically as numerous pairs of eyes turned toward the door, focusing on the dazzling figure that entered.

First in were Joy and Selina, followed by a resplendent Leanne, who strode into the crowd's applause.

She wore an elaborate gown adorned with crystals that sparkled like stars plucked straight from the night sky, shimmering with every step she took. The dress had a halter neck and an open back, her hair pinned up to reveal a smooth, fair expanse of skin. A delicate crystal chain draped from her neck down her spine, accentuating her elegant shoulder blades and merging seamlessly with the dress.

Her beauty was radiant and ostentatious, capturing the gaze of every man in the room.

sour with jealousy, his relaxed demeanor

toward them, but not before a man approached her with a drink, hoping to

eyes. "Are you a friend of Selina's? I don't think we've

Leanne could feel a stern gaze on

Leanne," she replied politely, excusing herself. "Sorry, I need to say hello to

deterred, the man followed her gaze to see Mary frowning disapprovingly at

when Leanne walked past

had an adopted daughter, but wasn't she supposed

realizing that beside Mary was the formidable

piercing gaze briefly scanning the man's face, leaving a chill like

the stunned man, slapping his shoulder and laughing mischievously. "You've got