Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back! ( Leanne Castillo ) novel Chapter 397

The room felt like a tense boardroom meeting as Xenia walked in, not expecting to find three people waiting for her.

The atmosphere was thick with a strange tension that made her nerves tingle.

“Leanne?” she asked, slightly surprised.

Leanne was perched on the couch, examining Xenia with a calm scrutiny. “Disappointed?” she asked, her voice soft yet piercing.

Xenia was stunned. She had always thought of Leanne as gentle and unthreatening, but the sharpness in her gaze made her feel transparent, and she felt Leanne could see right through her.

“Why would you ask that, Leanne?” Xenia feigned ignorance.

“The room is thick with pretense,” Joy couldn’t hold back her irritation. “Can we talk straight for once? Or do I need to knock some sense into you?”

While Leanne’s kindness might have been a facade, Joy’s bluntness was undeniably true.

Xenia glanced nervously at Curtis, seeking his reaction. He leaned against the couch with a casual elegance that seemed innate, his aristocratic demeanor as untouchable as a distant snowy peak. His hand rested on Leanne’s shoulder, the other draped over the armrest, revealing a sliver of his crisp white shirt cuff under a platinum watch with a sapphire crystal face that shimmered like a starlit sky.

She suddenly felt out of her depth. How could such a lofty figure have an interest in someone like her?

At that moment, the door knocked twice before Caleb entered, handing Curtis a stack of documents.

Curtis flipped through them with a cold and sarcastic smirk.

“So predictable,” he murmured.

Leanne picked up the documents with a measured calm, while Joy, who was always curious, leaned in close to get a better look.

“What the hell?” Joy’s voice sounded with shock. “You tried to model yourself after Anne?”