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."

usually boisterous group obediently began to clean up the mess

Leanne instructed Jake to

the couch to take his leave.

pink-white flower from his pocket, placing it into a glass jar

his increasingly mischievous cat knocking it over, then thought better

a cool, warning look, "Keep

serious reminder, "Watch out

"Like me?"

Leanne had witnessed earlier

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

few seconds,

to reassure her, "Curtis isn't the type to cheat. Besides, the

head, annoyed, "Can't you watch your words? If you can't talk

"I have no ill intentions. You

give you a piece of