Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191 

Curtis let out a snort and decided it was high time to settle the score, “So I hear you’ve been spreading rumors that Leanne is as ugly as sin?” 

“Who said that? That’s a damn lie. I’d call myself ugly before I ever said a word against. her. Should anyone find her ugly, they certainly need to arrange for an eye test at the clinic.” Devin protested, his indignation just short of swearing an oath to the heavens. 

Curtis took a swig of his drink, letting the smooth, aromatic liquor glide down his throat. before the fiery burn of the whiskey kicked back, mingling with a hint of woody, fruity 

notes. 

He felt like he was going mad, everything reminded him of Leanne. 

Seemingly gentle and mellow, but with an inner fire that outlasted them all. 

“What’s this we’re drinking?” 

Devin glanced at the bottle, “Glen Maverick, 35 years old. Not bad, huh?” 

Curtis grunted in response, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, the aged oak color rich and pleasing. “Doesn’t it remind you of Leanne?” 

Devin’s expression twisted awkwardly, “Man, that’s a loaded question. What am I supposed to say? If I agree, doesn’t that sound a bit off?” 

The quick-witted ones in the group couldn’t help but burst into laughter. 

“Devin, you got a death wish or something?” 

“Curtis, let me punch him for you.” 

“Buzz off, this ain’t your business.” Devin stood up, gathering every bottle in the private room, opened or not, and stacked them in front of Curtis, “Here’s to Leanne.” 

Curtis pulled out a black card from his wallet and handed it to him, patting him on the back of the head with a feigned tenderness, “Go buy yourself a sewing kit and stitch that mouth shut.” 

Devin tucked the card into the back pocket of his jeans, “You take her flak and then dump it on me” 

That remark dimmed Curtis’ demeanor, and he set his drink aside, pulling a cigarette from his pack 

Devin lit it for him, watching as Curtis sat there, puffing away indifferently, the usually confident and carefree man now seemingly cloaked in chilly silence. 

After shooing the others away, Devin couldn’t help but prod further. 

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“Curtis, if you’re so smitten with Leanne, why’d you act the way you did before? I 

remember what you said back then, we all thought you were head over heels for Suzan. Leanne ain’t like Joy, you know. Joy’s a loudmouth, you throw one insult her way, and she fires back ten. But Leanne, she seems easy-going, but she takes everything to heart, too 

sensitive.” 

“I know,” Curtis’ voice was raspier than before, his cigarette-holding fingers rubbing his temple, “I understand her better than you do.” 

Leanne had always been one to bottle things up, seldom showing anger, but once she was upset, it was tough to make things right. 

He was probably the one who’d angered her the most, wasn’t he? 

Devin also lit up a smoke, puzzled, “When exactly did you fall for Leanne?”