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

Joy had a sharp eye and immediately recognized it was Xenia.

"That girl is a knock-off, not even worth one of your fingers. Even if Curtis were blind, he'd still not fall for her."

Surprisingly, her words revealed a bit of trust in Curtis.

Leanne chuckled and asked, "If you know he's not interested, why drag me here?"

"Seriously? Aren't you worried at all, huh?" Frustrated, Joy responded, "Can't you see she's after Curtis? And here you are, clueless as ever."

When they reached the door to the private room, Leanne looked up at the number 266 and was about to knock.

"Are you nuts?" Joy hissed quietly, pressing her ear against the door. "Let me listen first."

She plastered herself against the door, furrowing her brows, her expression intense.

Leanne stood quietly beside her, not wanting to disturb her.

The bar's soundproofing was essentially a given, and despite Joy's efforts, she couldn't hear a thing. She was about to ask Leanne to give it a shot when a voice emerged slowly. "Sneaking around, are you?"

Joy jumped, "I heard something!"

Leanne turned around.

They had been so focused on eavesdropping and hadn't noticed when Curtis had appeared behind them, tall and almost ghostly silent.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyelashes half-lowered, casually observing them.

Leanne rubbed her nose and tugged at Joy.

Joy peeled herself off the door, cleared her throat, and chuckled. "What a coincidence."

Curtis ignored her, pulling Leanne closer, his tone like a parent worried about their child led astray. "Keep your distance from her. Dumb is catching." Unfortunately, the child was rebellious. Leanne glared at him, "Take that back."

Joy was fuming. "I haven't even started with you, and you're calling me stupid? Don't think I don't know you sneaked Xenia in with your assistant. What are you up to behind Anne's back?" This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

No wonder Leanne had suddenly shown up there.

Utterly unashamed of any wrongdoing, Curtis raised an eyebrow. "Want to know?"

He took Leanne's hand, adding, "Let's go in together."

Xenia waited alone inside the room.

A man like Curtis, at the pinnacle of power and devastatingly handsome, was irresistible to most women, wasn't he?

She thought handling someone like Curtis would take much effort, but it was easy.

She touched her cheek.

Was it because of this face?

Looking like Leanne was an advantage. Otherwise, how could she, with her status, get close to Mr. Curtis?

The door opened, and Curtis entered.

Xenia's heart raced uncontrollably.

Then, seeing him holding someone's hand, her anticipation froze.

Just off work, Leanne wore a pale blue cardigan and a white pleated skirt, a simple outfit that still caught the eye.

Curtis led Leanne straight to the couch while Joy, full of suspicions, followed them like a strict overseer, arms crossed, sitting to one side.