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

Grace had just turned away when she unexpectedly met Curtis' icy stare.

Having known both Skyler and Curtis for a decade, Grace was well aware of Curtis' inherent pride and aloofness. He had never once looked at her directly.

Now, his gaze landed on her nonchalantly, his eyes cool and intriguing.

Grace felt a slight tightness in her chest and subconsciously tightened her grip on her fingers.

She turned to Leanne, "Leanne, you're back! We've been waiting for you to join our card game."

"Let's call it a night," Curtis announced abruptly.

The group of guys, who were just getting into the swing of things, hit pause, checking their phones. "Ending it at just past nine? The night's just starting!"

Curtis clearly had no intention of continuing the night with them. "If you're not done, go find somewhere else to keep at it. And take your trash with you when you leave."

the mess they had

left noisily, and Leanne instructed Jake to drive Joy and

the couch to take his

flower from his pocket, placing it into a glass jar and sealing it with a

his increasingly mischievous cat knocking it over, then thought better of it and moved it

a cool, warning

Leanne was about to close the car door when Joy suddenly grabbed her, offering a serious reminder, "Watch

"Like me?"

witnessed earlier flashed through

night, Curtis and Xenia alone, a setting that could easily

seconds, then composed herself, "I

type to cheat. Besides, the original is still here. What's the point of duplicating? Besides, Leanne isn't gone yet... Ow!

her on the back of the head, annoyed, "Can't you watch your words? If you can't talk right, might as well donate your

no ill intentions. You know what I

you a piece of