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

Leanne glanced back and saw Curtis ambling in with his typical leisurely stride.

He hadn't mentioned a word about these plans to her. He had arranged everything on his own.

"Let's eat," Curtis said.

Just as Leanne was about to respond, Joy dashed over with the speed of a sprinter, eagerly pulling out a chair for Curtis. She patted the non-existent dust off the seat with hands she pampered daily with lotion, bending over with a flourish, "To my best friend's esteemed husband, please have a seat."

Leanne couldn't bear to watch.

Joy was brimming with enthusiasm, but Curtis gave her a cool look. "If you're haunted, go get a priest to do an exorcism. Keep away from me. I don't want to catch whatever you have."

The room burst into laughter. Joy's plastered-on smile quickly faded as she rolled her eyes and sat back down.

Devin, arms crossed and looking rather irritated, chimed in, "Curtis, didn't you save a room for me?"

Curtis, after pulling out a chair for Leanne and ensuring she was comfortably seated, settled down himself and replied casually, "Do you think this is a hostel?"

Devin felt slighted. "Then why do they get rooms?"

Joy stuck her tongue out at him, tauntingly.

"It's because I make friends," Selina clasped her hands together and looked up as if praying, "Thank God for myself last year, amen!"

Skyler patted Devin on the shoulder and sighed, "Haven't you figured it out yet? With Curtis, Leanne comes first, and her friends come before us bros." Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Devin shrugged off his hand and grabbed a chair. In full view of everyone, he squeezed it between Leanne and Joy.

"Make some room."

Without waiting for Joy to react, he shoved his chair between them and forcefully sat down.

"Leanne, I'm sticking with you from now on."

Leanne glanced at his wide grin and then turned to Curtis.

With a raised eyebrow, Curtis lifted a piece of steak on his fork and held it out to her, obviously not planning on stepping in.

"Fine by me," Leanne conceded.

"Seriously, Mr. Perez, can you step it up a bit and show some backbone?"

"You know nothing," another man said with a cheeky grin, "Leanne, I'm with you too."

Amid the table's jovial chatter, a voice came from the yard, "Sorry, I'm late."

Grace walked in, looking apologetic. "With a couple of clients clashing today, I sorted it out and rushed over."

She then introduced the person who had come with her, "This is my friend. She was helping out at my shop today, so I brought her along."

The girl who accompanied her wore a French square-neck dress, showcasing her slim waist and long legs, with a complexion as fair as porcelain. Especially notable were her sparkling eyes, very beautiful.

As she entered, the raucous laughter among the men at the table softened, their attention drawn to her.

The girl nodded slightly to everyone, her smile as curved as a crescent moon, her voice gentle and sweet, "Hello everyone."