Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106 

Maddox said, “Just have Curtis pick up Anne. Why’d you go yourself?” 

“I picked up my dear granddaughter. It’s none of your business.” 

“She’s such a kid at heart,” Maddox thought, exasperated. 

Curtis interrupted, “She’s your granddaughter, and I’m your grandson. Yet we’re married. 

Let’s keep this secret under wraps, or people will start thinking we are strange.” 

No sooner had he finished his sentence than three pairs of eyes glared at him. 

Jennifer scolded him, “What nonsense are you spouting now?” 

Maddox frowned, “Mind your words!” 

Leanne didn’t even need to rebuke him. 

But Mary was always amused by Curtis, chuckling, and she playfully swatted at him. “You rascal, you should come with me to a church to see if you don’t get straightened out.” 

Curtis didn’t dodge, standing there lazily as she tapped him on the cheek. “Why would they need to straighten me out? I’m the picture of devotion, praying for your long life every day.” 

Jennifer said, “Anne, go and help Mary change into something nice for dinner.” 

“Okay.” 

Leanne helped Mary back to her room, and Mary had Leanne pick an outfit for her, complaining everything in the closet was so last season, “These styles are so out of 

date.” 

Curtis leaned on the doorway. “Maybe you should borrow one of Leanne’s floral dresses.” 

Leanne couldn’t understand how the same family could raise a solid and steady brother and this joker. 

“I don’t have floral dresses.” 

“What a shame,” Curtis feigned helplessness, “Your dear granddaughter here isn’t as fashionable as you.” 

Leanne was at a loss for words. 

Sarah, who was helping Mary with the clothes, couldn’t help but shake with silent laughter. Even Mary laughed, shooing him away. “Go on, get out. We ladies are busy picking clothes. No room for peeping toms.” 

Finally, they settled on an outfit that pleased her, and Sarah helped her dress while Leanne 

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put away the clothes they’d discarded. 

As Leanne stepped out, Curtis was on the phone, arranging the delivery of the latest seasonal fashion. 

She opened the door to leave, and he glanced over. After finishing his call, he lowered the phone and hung up. 

As Leanne passed by him, his brooding gaze followed her. “You sure are good at hanging up. What were you in a past life, a telephone operator?” 

Curtis didn’t forget a grudge. 

Leanne was about to leave but turned back to say, “You can explain our divorce to Mary.” 

With his hands in his pockets and leaning against the door, Curtis looked at her from under raised eyelids. “Nice try, making me out to be the bad guy.” 

“If you’re not the bad guy, then who is?” Leanne snapped back. “How do you plan on getting engaged to Suzan without first telling Mary the truth?” 

Curtis frowned, and his tone was ambiguous. “Who told you I was getting engaged?” 

“Everyone’s talking about it.”