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

The underlying logic and statistics of the poker game were right up Curtis' alley, given his professional background in finance and economics. Plus, with Leanne's unusual good luck, the tide at the poker table had turned, quickly evolving into a scenario where she was the sole winner. Frustrated and on the verge of desperation, Joy couldn't help but look around and complain, "Where's my boyfriend? Why isn't he here to see this?" Devin snorted dismissively, "Even if your boyfriend were here, you'd probably be losing even worse."

Leanne had won back everything she had put out and then some, leaving Curtis to look at her with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. "Having fun?"

"A lot," Leanne finally understood the game's allure, "but it's not as fun without you."

Without him, she hardly ever won.

That admission brought a smile to Curtis' face. He affectionately pinched her cheek and transferred a bit of "good luck" money to the other three from his phone.

"Consider it compensation for your spirits."

To cheer up his wife, Curtis extended a gesture of goodwill toward the other three. "You guys spent all night playing cards, lost money, and got no company. Pretty sad. Use it to treat yourselves."

When Joy cynically pocketed the money, her smile vanished.

Selina and Devin were both speechless.

"What's with you?" Half laughing and half crying, Leanne quickly pulled him away, fearing the others might cry out of frustration.

As they left, the lightness in Leanne's heart slightly faded. Curtis naturally and smoothly took her bag, which contained Wilbur's notebook that she hadn't looked through.

The modest, old notebook suddenly seemed a fearsome beast, potentially biting her with a bloody bite if opened.

Leanne suddenly realized how terrified she was of losing Curtis.

She tightened her grip on his hand. Sensing it, Curtis looked at her with a smile, his fingers tightening around hers.

Once they were in the car, Leanne sat quietly for a moment before suddenly unbuckling her seatbelt, climbing over the center console, and onto Curtis' lap.

Curtis steadied her by the waist, amused and surprised. "What's this, little monkey? Climbing over here for what?"

Leanne didn't answer but instead initiated a kiss.

She had become increasingly clingy these days, which Curtis found quite enjoyable. He leaned in to kiss her tender, soft lips, sharing a breath that was exclusively theirs.

She had had a bit to drink, carrying the sweet scent of champagne.

Alcohol was good, always adding a bit of surprise to their encounters.

The initial kiss was innocent, but gradually, it deepened, the warmth in their breaths escalating.

As the car pulled into Leanne's Castle and stopped in the garage, Jake didn't dare turn around. "Mr. Curtis, ma'am, we're home."

Curtis carried Leanne out of the car, through the serene nighttime garden, and into the house in the warm glow of the sensor lights.

Sitting on the sofa with Leanne in his arms, he gently traced her earlobe and asked, "What's got into you today?" Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Leanne looked straight at his deep-set eyes, brows, handsome nose, and thin lips that kissed her so well. "Curtis, I love you so much," she said.