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

Chapter 155

Just then, the person they mentioned swung open the door and emerged from her room.

And she was right on the money. Suzan’s room was right across from Curtis’.

Skyler and Grace were playing matchmaker.

Suzan caught sight of them and looked a bit stunned. Their posture was like flirting.

“Everyone’s headed to the hot springs. What are you two up to here?”

Leanne thought Curtis would have the decency to at least pull back his leg with Suzan’s emergence, but he remained motionless. Right before Suzan, he was brazenly stopping her.

“Just sharing some secrets,” replied Curtis.

What kind of secrets need to be shared with that kind of body language?

Leanne didn’t want to get involved in their drama, to unfairly bear the blame for wrecking. their relationship, nor did she want to be the kind of person she despised the most.

She glanced down at Curtis’ leg. “I’m five days away from getting our divorce papers. Can you keep your distance until then?”

Curtis didn’t like that sound, his expression fading with the words “divorce papers.” “Only you would count the days. Wait till you have those papers, then I’ll keep my distance.”

Leanne frowned. “Have you no shame?”

“Why do I need shame?” He retorted with a brazen lack of concern, “Even if I had the looks, you wouldn’t care.”

Leanne was speechless.

Suzan, who had already passed them, stopped as if she remembered something. “Oh, Curtis, you left your coat at my place last time. I’ve had it cleaned for you. You can pick it up when you head back.”

Leanne seized the opportunity to break free from Curtis and stepped back, establishing a clear boundary between them.

Curtis scowled, seizing Leanne’s wrist in a firm grip, refusing to let her leave.

In front of Leanne, he questioned Suzan. “What coat of mine would end up at your place?” “You left in a hurry after the last reunion and forgot it,” Suzan replied openly, “Mr. Scott told me to return it to you.”

“It’s just a coat. No need to make a fuss,” Curtis said, “Just toss it.”

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Suzan glanced over his tight grip on Leanne’s Hand, hiding her irritation. “You love to leave clothes behind. I’ve got a collection of yours by now.” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her words carried a clear hint, intended for Leanne’s ears.

Leanne’s expression was sarcastic as she twisted her wrist, trying to break free, but

Curtis’ broad and firm hand held her fast.

She struggled, but he held on effortlessly.

Curtis’ tone was cold. “It’s just some clothing. Just throw them out. Since when did you start collecting trash?”

Suzan’s expression almost cracked.

“That mouth of yours is quite infuriating. Leanne, how do you put up with him?” Suzan teased, acting as though she had a closer relationship with Curtis than Leanne did.

Leanne hadn’t planned to engage with her, yet Suzan insisted on making trouble.

Leanne lifted her gaze, expressionless. “He’s right. You do seem to love collecting trash.”

urtis narrowed his eyes, feeling the jab was directed at him.

Suzan hadn’t expected Leanne to be so blunt before Curtis, and she was shocked, her face stiffening.

“Leanne, why would you say that?” She glanced at Curtis for support.

Curtis clicked his tongue, indicating his helplessness. “Why did you provoke her? She’s a rebellious girl. I get an earful every day.”

Suzan’s face turned a shade paler, forcing a relaxed smile. “Never mind. I won’t get. involved in your argument. Better save my skin.”

After Suzan left, the hallway returned to silence.

want?”

“What do you Leanne asked impatiently.

“Just a question,” Curtis said.

With everyone else at the hot springs, only Leanne remained, halted by him, listening to the distant sound of flowing water and muffled laughter.

She glanced in that direction, and Curtis chuckled. “Don’t rush. I’ll let you go after asking the question.”

“Go ahead.”

Curtis lowered his eyes, his gaze on her ambiguous for a moment, and then he asked, “Why is it that every time Phillip came home, you’d go out to greet him, but when I came back, you never once did? Not even once.”

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He emphasized particularly, “Not even once.”

There was a hint of jealousy in his tone.

Leanne was stunned by his question. It was about something that happened long ago, and the question itself was odd. What else could it be for?

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