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."

clean up the mess they had

Jake to drive Joy and Selina

the couch to take

his pocket, placing it into a glass jar and sealing

on a rustic wooden shelf, worried about his increasingly mischievous cat knocking it over, then thought better of it

up at Skyler with a cool, warning

when Joy suddenly grabbed her, offering a serious reminder, "Watch out for Xenia. She's a bit like you. I have a feeling Grace didn't bring her here with good

"Like me?"

Leanne had witnessed earlier flashed

and Xenia

a few seconds,

the type to cheat. Besides, the original is still here. What's the point

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

ill intentions. You know what

give you