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."

boisterous group obediently began to clean up the mess they had

left noisily, and Leanne instructed Jake to drive

couch to take

pink-white flower from his pocket,

placed the jar on a rustic wooden shelf, worried about his increasingly mischievous cat knocking it over,

arranging everything, he glanced up at Skyler with a cool, warning look, "Keep your people in line.

a serious reminder, "Watch out

"Like me?"

scene Leanne had witnessed earlier flashed

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

paused for a few seconds, then

so much," Selina leaned over from the other side to reassure her, "Curtis isn't the type to cheat. Besides, the original is still here. What's the point of duplicating? Besides, Leanne

watch your words? If you

ill

retorted, "I'll give you a piece of my