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

The underlying logic and statistics of the poker game were right up Curtis' alley, given his professional background in finance and economics. Plus, with Leanne's unusual good luck, the tide at the poker table had turned, quickly evolving into a scenario where she was the sole winner. Frustrated and on the verge of desperation, Joy couldn't help but look around and complain, "Where's my boyfriend? Why isn't he here to see this?" Devin snorted dismissively, "Even if your boyfriend were here, you'd probably be losing even worse."

Leanne had won back everything she had put out and then some, leaving Curtis to look at her with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. "Having fun?"

"A lot," Leanne finally understood the game's allure, "but it's not as fun without you."

Without him, she hardly ever won.

That admission brought a smile to Curtis' face. He affectionately pinched her cheek and transferred a bit of "good luck" money to the other three from his phone.

"Consider it compensation for your spirits."

To cheer up his wife, Curtis extended a gesture of goodwill toward the other three. "You guys spent all night playing cards, lost money, and got no company. Pretty sad. Use it to treat yourselves."

pocketed the money, her

Devin were

Half laughing and half crying, Leanne quickly pulled him away, fearing the others

naturally and smoothly took her bag, which contained Wilbur's notebook that she hadn't looked

a fearsome beast, potentially

terrified she was of

on his hand. Sensing it, Curtis looked at her with a smile,

a moment before suddenly unbuckling her seatbelt, climbing over the center console,

surprised.

didn't answer but instead initiated

enjoyable. He leaned