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?"

was comfortably seated, settled

felt slighted. "Then why do they

tongue

because I make friends," Selina clasped her hands together and looked

sighed, "Haven't you figured it out yet? With Curtis,

off his hand and grabbed a chair. In full view of everyone, he

"Make some room."

shoved his chair between them and forcefully sat

sticking with you from now

grin and then turned to

piece of steak on his fork and held it out to her, obviously not

by me,"

it up a bit