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?"

Leanne and ensuring she was comfortably seated, settled down

felt slighted. "Then why

stuck her tongue out at him,

together and looked up as if praying, "Thank

on the shoulder and sighed, "Haven't you figured it out yet? With Curtis, Leanne comes first, and her friends come

hand and grabbed a chair. In full view of everyone, he squeezed it

"Make some room."

for Joy to react, he shoved his chair between them and forcefully

sticking with

at his wide grin

Curtis lifted a piece of steak on his fork and held it out to her, obviously not planning on

me," Leanne

step it up a bit