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

Attempting to sneak a chicken but losing rice instead, Grace grabbed Skyler's arm hurriedly. "It's not like that, Skyler. You're the only one in my heart..."

Skyler coldly shook off her grasp. "I've been good to you, but don't take me for a fool." NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Grace's face turned ashen in an instant.

"Aren't you guys curious? Don't you want to see what I want to see?" Joy was almost tearing her hair out. "It's like watching a TV show and not seeing the finale."

Leanne couldn't resist a jab. "You drop a show after two episodes. How many finales have you seen?"

Joy huffed, "Since you two made up, your tongue's gotten sharper. Is it from kissing him?"

Leanne bumped her with an elbow. "Shut it."

"No, I won't." Joy chuckled mischievously, and the two pushed and shoved. Leanne was no match for Joy, who quickly got the upper hand. She leaped to put Leanne in a headlock, shouting, "Watch me put you in a chokehold!"

But she missed and nearly lost her balance, almost crashing into a wall.

Curtis pulled Leanne into his arms, his cold gaze sweeping over Joy. "Her little strength is no match for yours. How about I hire a few martial arts instructors for you? A couple of months of training, and I'll send you to a ring to vent all that brute strength."

Joy snorted, "Considering you didn't do too bad this time, I'll be generous and let it slide."

Her phone rang, and the team leader, overwhelmed by clients, roared on the other end, "Where the hell have you been?"

Joy's bravado wilted instantly, "I'm on my way back." She hung up and hurried off.

"Don't drink too much," Leanne advised. "Remember to call Austin to pick you up."

"Got it!"

Grace was still on Leanne's mind as Leanne and Curtis headed out.

Suddenly, a lazy voice fell from above. "Wealthy, talented, and blessed with a face too charming to turn down?"

Leanne looked up instinctively, and Curtis was smirking like a cat that got the cream. "Rare compliments from you. It's a shame it wasn't recorded. Why don't you repeat it?"

He pulled out his phone, opened the voice recorder, and gestured at her playfully. "Go on. Compliment me."

He wanted to remember every detail, word for word.

Leanne glanced at him, saying, "Curtis is a pig."

Curtis chuckled lightly, hitting pause, and pocketed his phone. Leanne turned to leave.

But she had barely taken two steps before being caught and pulled back, Curtis' arms trapping her against the wall.

Leanne's sense of crisis flared, and she took the offensive. "You used to call me 'piggy.""

"That was a term of endearment."

"So is mine."

Curtis laughed, not at all upset, "Then call me one. Let's hear how loving it is."

Leanne refused. "Not happening."

"I thought my face was hard to refuse, but you seem to be doing just fine."

Leanne threw caution to the wind. "I've seen a lot of it. How's that?"

Her playful stubbornness reminded Curtis of something else. His eyes softened, his nose gently nudging hers. "Then call me 'honey."" That same memory made Leanne's cheeks and neck flush, and even her ears turned red, turning her face away.

She tried, but the word felt scorching, her teeth like a barrier, not letting it out.

"Why are you doing this again?" she protested. "I can't say it."

"Last night, you were quite vocal." Curtis' cold lips brushed against hers, kissing gently, coaxingly, "Come on, baby, say it one more time." Blushing furiously, Leanne looked for an excuse. "You forced me."

"So, you won't say it unless it's in bed?"

His quick understanding left Leanne stunned, not reacting in time. Curtis straightened his collar and casually took her hand.

"Then let's go home. Tonight, you can say it a few more times."