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?"

pulling out a chair for Leanne and ensuring she was comfortably seated, settled down himself and replied casually, "Do you think

slighted. "Then why do

tongue out at

and looked up as if praying, "Thank

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

full view of

"Make some room."

waiting for Joy to react, he shoved his chair

I'm sticking with

glanced at his wide grin and then turned

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

by me," Leanne

it up a bit and