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

and Leanne instructed Jake to drive Joy and Selina

to take his

the living room quieting down, Curtis pulled a delicate pink-white flower from his pocket, placing it into a glass jar and sealing it with

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

arranging everything, he glanced up at Skyler with a cool, warning look, "Keep

to close the car door when Joy suddenly grabbed her, offering a serious reminder, "Watch out for Xenia. She's a bit like you. I have a feeling Grace

"Like me?"

had witnessed earlier flashed through

and Xenia alone, a setting that

paused for a few seconds, then composed herself, "I got

reassure her, "Curtis isn't the type to cheat. Besides, the original is still here. What's the point of duplicating? Besides, Leanne isn't gone

the head, annoyed, "Can't you watch your words?

ill intentions. You know what I

give you a