Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 295

"Mary, how about I take you out for a stroll?"

Mary accepted Leanne’s arm to rise. “Let’s go. It's too crowded here, and the air’s gone stale.”

Dusk gently unfurled as the pair ventured into the garden.

The peonies, meticulously tended to, were in bloom, with the white Duchess variety budding plumply on their branches.

The living room air was subtly steeped in tranquility.

Curtis leisurely shed his coat, signaling for the house's most adept at concocting broths, Sarah, "Do we have any ginseng left?"

Sarah responded, “Yes, we do.”

Curtis then said, “Let’s make a broth for clearing the lungs then. Add some lily bulbs and coconut, and if we have oats or Solomon’s seal, throw that in too.”

Sarah busily agreed, stating, “Sir has been coughing lately, it’s really thoughtful of you, Mr. Curtis.”

“I’m making it for Leanne; her cough hasn’t improved. Dad’s coughing too?” Curtis' display of filial piety was blatant, “Well, might as well make some for him too.”

Maddox shot him a glance, “You’re so dutiful.”

Curtis settled into the sofa with an air of nonchalance, “As long as you know it.”

The Wright family trio sat in an awkward silence.

Claudine couldn’t hold back any longer. “Curtis, since you’re here today, give us a straight answer. You and Leanne, are you divorced or not?”

Lately, his public displays of affection with Leanne only made them more anxious.

The Wrights had brought Suzan over today, partly to gauge Jennifer’s opinion and partly to pressure the Richardson family into speeding up the wedding arrangements.

Coincidentally, it was rare to see both Maddox and the eldest son, Philip, at home. No sooner had they sat down, barely exchanging a few words, than Curtis and Leanne entered together, putting on quite the show for everyone.

Curtis' attitude made Claudine increasingly desperate. “It’s not like that. Our families agreed on your marriage to Suzan before the new year. Even though it’s your second marriage, our families are so close, we’re not concerned about formalities. As long as you and Suzan are happy, that’s all that matters to us as parents.”

“But it’s been half a year, and you and Leanne are still entangled. What will people think of our Suzan?”

“Is that so.” Curtis crossed his legs, the casualness in his demeanor disappearing, his gaze cool and distant, “I haven’t even divorced yet, and you’ve already arranged my second marriage. What’s the rush? Is the City Hall setting quotas for you, or have all the men in Stonebridge died off, leaving me as the sole hope for continuation?”