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

Chapter 225

Leanne kept her movements minimal, nearly invisible amidst the bar’s raucous

atmosphere.

Curtis glanced down at the large wine stain on his jeans, pausing for a moment before speaking, “You’re pretty welcoming today, hitting me with a drink right off the bat.”

He was quite good at patting himself on the back. Leanne rolled her eyes, “Who said anything about buying you a drink?”

“Well then, allow me,” Curtis flagged down the bartender, about to place an order.

That’s when he locked eyes with Jeremy.

The bartender, tablet in hand, approached them politely, “What can I get for you two?”

Jeremy said, “Another martini, please.”

Turning to Curtis, the bartender asked, “And for you, sir?”

Curtis didn’t look his way, instead, his gaze lingered on Jeremy across the table, charged with an unspoken tension.

With the bar buzzing around them, an odd, repelling magnetic field seemed to surround them.

Curtis’ eyes, cold and detached, barely hid a smirk, “A towel.” This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Both the martini and the towel were promptly delivered.

Curtis took the towel, cleaning his pants methodically, his gaze flickering towards Jeremy as he placed the cocktail in front of Leanne.

Leanne was surprised by Jeremy’s thoughtfulness, realizing he noticed her spilling the drink on Curtis, and felt a tad embarrassed.

She muttered a “Thanks.”

Curtis was visibly irked. Tossing the towel on the table, he leaned back into the sofa resting his left hand on the table edge, his watch catching the dim light, shimmering

stars.

Devin handed him a drink, but he didn’t drink it. Instead, he twirled the ornate glass in hi fingers, his gaze drifting towards Jeremy, “Haven’t seen you around in a while. How com you didn’t bring your girlfriend tonight?”

Jeremy glanced at Leanne instinctively.

Curtis, in a tone that seemed like catching up with an old friend, teased, “Was it Yuna? Or Luna? You’ve had quite a few girlfriends; hard to keep track.”

It was clear Jeremy had dated before; nothing scandalous about that. But bringing it up in front of Leanne felt pointed.

After a moment, Jeremy replied, “Her name was Wendy. We broke up six months ago. I’m single now.’

His answer seemed intended for a specific listener.

“Is that so,” Curtis chuckled, a sly smile playing on his lips, “What’s your type then? How about a doctor? My wife’s hospital has plenty of eligible single ladies. I could set you up.”

The air thickened with tension.

Leanne could tell he was deliberately provoking her, targeting Jeremy because of her.

She frowned, “What do my colleagues have to do with you? If you’re so keen on playing matchmaker, go start a dating service.”

She didn’t mince her words, leaving Curtis with no face in front of everyone.

Curtis’ gaze lingered on her for a few seconds before he looked away, taking a sip of his drink, then turned to Jeremy, “Seems I can’t help you. She’s too possessive.”

Jeremy knew exactly why Curtis was targeting him.

He could endure it, but Selina couldn’t stand seeing her brother mistreated. Despite her fear of Curtis, she couldn’t help but defend Jeremy, “My brother didn’t fall for Leanne because she’s a doctor. He’s had a crush on her for years… way before you even knew her…”

Jeremy, rarely losing his temper, snapped, “Selina! Enough!”