Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 

Mary chuckled softly, her laughter echoing in the quiet room before she quickly resumed her stern facade. “You brat!” 

Curtis glanced at Leanne, looking for any sign of intention towards him, but found none. So, he took matters into his own hands and grabbed the gift bag she had brought. 

It was empty. Nothing left. 

He looked up at Leanne, searching her face for any sign of guilt, but she appeared completely at ease, not a hint of remorse in sight. 

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Feeling somewhat left out, especially after noticing Phillip flaunting a Montblanc pen – not that it was anything special, but still, he didn’t have one Curtis felt a sourness in his mouth as if he had just bitten into a fresh lemon. 

Ungrateful girl. And after all he does for her. 

“Nice. How did you know I needed a bag,” he said, holding the empty paper bag with an air of satisfaction. 

Leanne was rendered speechless by his comment. 

In the odd, quiet of the room, Jennifer rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming 

Maddox, holding his blood pressure monitor, was tempted to check his levels right then 

and there. 

Phillip, unable to bear the tension any longer, cleared his throat. “How about we start 

dinner?” 

In the dining room, the servants had already laid out a lavish dinner. 

Leanne helped Mary to the dining room, suggesting, “Maybe you should take off your scarf. It’ll be easier to eat.” 

Mary agreed, “Alright, put it back on me after dinner.” 

After removing her scarf, Leanne was about to sit next to Curtis when Mary pulled her aside. 

She gave her seat at the head of the table to Maddox and sat on the side, pulling Leanne to sit next to her. This caused Jennifer to move further down, as it was unheard of for the younger generation to sit above, their elders. 

“I’ll just sit over there,” Leanne offered. 

“Just have a seat,” Jennifer was too tired to argue with Mary. 

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Leanne sat down, puzzled by Mary’s whimsical behavior that evening, but Curtis knew 

why. 

Throughout dinner, Leanne sat next to Mary, across the table from him. 

After dinner, she stayed for a while before deciding to leave. 

Mary didn’t insist on her staying and had the driver who brought her take her back. 

Her frail figure stood at the door, Leanne urging her to come in from the cold wind, but she refused, waving until the car was out of sight. 

At her age, there was a sentiment younger people couldn’t understand: each meeting could be the last.