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

Chapter 325

Jeremy and Austin had just exchanged pleasantries when they headed back to their table. Devin, menu in hand, was scribbling away furiously. “Who’s that guy?” he muttered.

Across from him, Curtis draped his jacket over the back of his chair, the clean lines of his white shirt giving him a relaxed yet refined look. He picked up the teacup, his gaze nowhere near Devin, his voice casual, “You don’t know Jeremy?”

Devin kept his eyes on another table while his pencil twirled rapidly between his fingers, his brows knotted tightly. “I meant the guy next to Joy.”

Curtis wasn’t interested. “Some big shot from Lyle Advertising Agency.”

The group seized the moment to tease Devin. “Aren’t you pursuing Joy? Looks like someone beat you to it.”

“Can you even compete?”

“Cut it out, guys. Our Mr. Perez is a rookie in love; how’s he supposed to chase anyone?”

Devin frowned. “Say that again, and I swear I’ll dunk your head in the fondue pot.”

“Maybe you should dunk that guy next to Joy instead.”

Devin scoffed, unimpressed. “Why would I? With his playboy looks, Joy sure has terrible

taste.”

Ever since Curtis and his crew arrived, Joy had been on high alert, wary from Devin. But the dinner proceeded without incident.

of any mischief

Midway through, two trendy-looking girls approached, phones in hand, seemingly as Curtis for his number.

Leanne glanced over, indifferent.

Joy, on the other hand, watched intently, chopsticks clenched tightly.

Curtis raised an eyebrow, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips-a look that no doubt set many a heart fluttering. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

True to form, whatever he said next left the girls blushing.

Joy witnessed him pulling out his phone and immediately rolled her eyes. “See? Typical \\flirt!”

As she spoke, Leanne’s phone pinged with a new message.

The screen lit up: a message from Curtis.

[Someone wants to follow me on Instagram]

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If he wanted to decline, he would have just done so. Why bother telling her now?

[Whatever you want]

Leanne replied nonchalantly and was about to set the phone down when another message from Curtis popped up.

[Should I tell her my wife’s here too?]

Leanne paused, her fingers hovering over the lock button, the words making her heart

race.

Joy, ever the vigilant goalie against Curtis scoring, leaned over. “What did he send? Is he flirting again?”

“It’s nothing.” Leanne quickly locked her phone.

Austin pulled her back to her seat. “Should you really be this focused on another man right in front of me?”

“You don’t understand,” Joy retorted. “He’s my arch-nemesis.”

Leanne didn’t get a chance to reply to Curtis’ message as she picked up her glass to take a sip. When she looked back, the girls were gone.

Did they add his contact?

She hadn’t seen, but probably not.

Curtis kept his phone in hand, but Leanne didn’t respond until they finished their meal.

Austin went to pay the bill, and Joy along with Selina headed to the restroom. Leanne helped gather their bags and jackets. Jeremy picked up Selina’s casually discarded jacket.

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