Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 339

Leanne quickly grabbed Joy's arm as she said, "The cat's asleep."

Joy chuckled mischievously, "Perfect time for me to wake him up then!"

Leanne warned, "Waking it up can stress it out, it's bad for its health."

"Seriously?" Joy looked at her skeptically, "Fine, I guess the little furball's health is more important. I'll leave it alone for now."

Leanne was not fully relieved yet. She headed towards the bedroom, "I need to use the bathroom quickly."

Leanne quickly stopped her again.

"What now?"

"My toilet's broken, use the one in the guest bathroom."

Joy glanced at the hand on her arm, then at Leanne’s slightly panicked face, and said quizzically, "Oh."

Leanne stood guard outside the guest bathroom, arms crossed, nervously pacing back and forth.

Joy often stayed over, treating her house almost like her own place, and considering she had brought stuff over late at night, she probably planned to crash here.

Leanne never minded her staying, but if she ran into Curtis, there would definitely be trouble.

Just thinking about the potential confrontation made her anxious.

What excuse could she possibly come up with that would sound plausible and not raise suspicion?

Leanne racked her brain, even considering the lame excuse of "I have an early shift tomorrow, need a good night's sleep."

When Joy came out after washing her hands, Leanne asked, "Are you planning to stay over tonight?"

Suddenly, Joy slapped her forehead, "Shoot, I totally forgot Austin is waiting for me downstairs."

"I won’t be staying tonight then." She walked to the foyer, changed her shoes, waved goodbye, and hurried out.

Joy was desperate to pull her out of the mess, yet here she was, diving back in. Knowing Joy’s temperament, she’d be furious.

"It needs to be a gentle conversation."

Curtis asked, "Do we have to tell her everything about us?"

Leanne washed and placed the cup on the rack, "She’s family."

To Curtis, Joy was just a naysayer who loved to throw a spanner in the works. Far from helping him patch things up with Leanne, she seemed hell-bent on messing things up whenever she could.

Curtis leaned against the kitchen island, his look contemplative yet indecipherable, "So if she doesn't accept it, do I remain your secret lover?"

It sounded odd, but it was indeed the situation.

Leanne glanced at him, wiping her hands calmly, giving him a choice with an easy tone, "You don’t have to if you don’t want to."