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

Leanne glanced back and saw Curtis ambling in with his typical leisurely stride.

He hadn't mentioned a word about these plans to her. He had arranged everything on his own.

"Let's eat," Curtis said.

Just as Leanne was about to respond, Joy dashed over with the speed of a sprinter, eagerly pulling out a chair for Curtis. She patted the non-existent dust off the seat with hands she pampered daily with lotion, bending over with a flourish, "To my best friend's esteemed husband, please have a seat."

Leanne couldn't bear to watch.

Joy was brimming with enthusiasm, but Curtis gave her a cool look. "If you're haunted, go get a priest to do an exorcism. Keep away from me. I don't want to catch whatever you have."

The room burst into laughter. Joy's plastered-on smile quickly faded as she rolled her eyes and sat back down.

Devin, arms crossed and looking rather irritated, chimed in, "Curtis, didn't you save a room for me?"

ensuring she was comfortably seated, settled down himself

slighted. "Then why

stuck her tongue out at

together and looked up as if praying, "Thank God for

the shoulder and sighed, "Haven't you figured it out yet? With Curtis, Leanne

a chair. In full view of everyone, he squeezed it between

"Make some room."

he shoved his chair between them and

sticking with you from now

at his wide grin and

eyebrow, Curtis lifted a piece of steak on his fork and held it out

by me," Leanne

you step it