Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 357

After their meal, Larissa dropped Leanne off at the entrance of Golden Grove Manors.

She hurried to catch her evening flight back to the film set, having squeezed the visit into her tight schedule to see her.

As Leanne was about to wave goodbye and head inside, she noticed a sleek black Rolls-Royce parked under the magnolia tree.

Jake stood beside the car, giving her a respectful bow from a distance.

Thinking Curtis had come to pick her up, her steps quickened.

Curtis emerged from the car, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of chest, his gray trousers highlighting his long legs. Even the shadows of the night seemed to favor him, casting a dappled pattern that dressed him in a casual, flirtatious air.

So, it wasn’t her fault for being swept away last night, right?

He had started flirting with her first.

As Leanne approached, she blurted out without thinking. "What are you doing here trying to tempt me again? I'm not going to a hotel with you today."

Curtis paused, his hand resting on the car door, but quickly, a smirk appeared as he gestured toward the car. "No need for a hotel. Say hello to your mother-in-law first."

Leanne followed his gaze and saw Jennifer sitting inside the car.

She stiffened, her cheeks flushing as she greeted in a restrained manner. "Hi, Jennifer. What brings you here?"

It was polite but awkward.

Jennifer responded calmly, "I haven't seen you in over a month, and since Curtis was coming to see you, I thought I’d tag along."

Leanne muttered an "Oh," feeling embarrassed, and pinched Curtis on the arm.

Why hadn’t he warned her?

"I’ve never been here before. How are you finding living on your own after moving out?" Jennifer inquired.

"I’m used to it," Leanne replied.

Curtis stood by, enjoying the scene unfold without offering any clarifications.

Leanne glanced at Jennifer in surprise, catching a stern look from her.

The awkward atmosphere continued to Leanne's apartment.

Jennifer settled into the living room, her gaze sweeping the modest, vintage-style décor. Everything from the ceramic vase on the dining table to the floral prints on the walls and the folding doors that led to the balcony radiated a clean, cozy charm.

A cat stretched lazily and jumped down from a cabinet, cautiously observing the newcomer.

"Is this the cat you mentioned?"

Leanne made her a cup of coffee. "It's a stray I rescued. Its adopter returned it, so I kept it."

"Curtis is allergic to cats," Jennifer began, then stopped, realizing it sounded like she was complaining.

Curtis beckoned the cat, which skillfully jumped onto the arm of the sofa beside him.

He tapped the cat's head like a father instructing a child. "Kitten, meet this lady. She's my mom, which makes her your grandma."