Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back (Leanne Castillo) novel Chapter 389

Men were visual creatures, and several pairs of eyes lit up like light bulbs at the table. "Grace, why didn't you bring your gorgeous friend over sooner?"

"What's the beautiful lady's name?"

"Xenia."

Leanne looked up. At the same moment, Xenia's gaze met hers. She had captivating eyes.

Xenia greeted them politely, "Hello, Curtis and Leanne."

Curtis didn't react, but Leanne nodded kindly and said, "Have a seat, please."

Grace was visiting as Skyler's girlfriend, and not only was she late, but she also brought a friend without greeting everyone first. It was a faux pas in etiquette.

But Leanne wasn't too bothered about it. After all, they were all there for Skyler's sake.

Nearby, Joy was crunching on crispy fried pickles and suddenly slapped her thigh, "Oh, I forgot to bring my boyfriend's aunt too."

Selina asked, "Where's your boyfriend?"

"He's at home keeping his aunt’s company," Joy replied.

The two bantered back and forth, tossing some shade at Grace who looked a bit embarrassed.

Skyler came by to lighten things up a bit, pouring wine for them, "Ladies, feel free to grab some more."

It was like Leanne's cat, not a fancy breed, just a stray. But when it jumped on the table, no one dared to shoo it away.

Joy and Selina were not to be trifled with either.

A chair was added beside Grace, and Xenia seemed to have a quiet and ladylike demeanor, not stealing the spotlight and speaking only when spoken to.

Their arrival didn't dampen the cheerful atmosphere at the table.

Curtis was in a good mood. Those usually wary of him were particularly lively, making a ruckus.

Someone pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Devin, "Want one?"

Devin took it and placed it between his lips. Several others also took out cigarettes. The person with the lighter was about to light Devin's cigarette.

Curtis rapped on the table.

"No smoking here."

"Leanne doesn’t like it, huh?" Devin got up quickly, "Let’s step outside then."

Curtis was brewing coffee, pouring water at just the right temperature into a clear cup, and watching the coffee beans mulled in the machine.

Without looking up, he said to Devin, "Take your time leaving."

The smokers exchanged glances, and the lighter's flame died. Those unlit cigarettes started to feel like they were burning their mouths.