Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 294

Mr. and Mrs. Wright were sitting in the living room, a steaming cup of coffee in front of them, while Suzan perched elegantly beside them, the picture of grace and propriety.

The scene was almost comical, resembling a marriage negotiation-except for the presence of Suzan’s college-going brother, both families, and the elders were all in attendance.

The only discordant note was the appearance of Leanne.

She couldn’t figure out where the mix-up had happened. Today was supposed to be a meeting between the two families, and her presence was just plain awkward.

“Curtis is back,” announced Suzan’s father, Harrington Wright, a middle-aged man who took great care of his appearance, his smile revealing crow’s feet, “It’s been a while since we’ve seen you.” C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Leanne pushed past Curtis, attempting to leave, but Curtis caught her by the wrist.

Holding her hand, he walked into the room under everyone’s watchful eyes.

Leanne tried subtly to twist her wrist away, wanting him to let go.

He held on firmly, his strong hands skillfully matched her efforts as he casually greeted the guests, saying, “Had we known Mr. and Mrs. Wright were visiting, we would have come home earlier.”

Harrington said, “We heard your grandmother wasn’t feeling well, so we thought we’d come over to check on her.”

Since Mary was an elder, she was supposed to be somewhat kinder to the younger ones.

But Mary, at her age, had become more willful, no longer caring for societal norms.

Those were for keeping the younger generation in line, not her.

She had been eagerly awaiting Leanne’s return, and here this family of three had shown up unannounced, making Leanne uncomfortable.

Mary was unpleased, sparing no one’s feelings. “Who said I was not feeling well? I’m perfectly fine. Seeing my granddaughter makes me feel better.”

Harrington was met with a cold shoulder, his expression sheepish. “It’s good to hear you’re in good health; that puts us at ease”

Curtis leading Leanne over gently and patiently instructed her, “Come on, say hello. Mr and tars Wright we met at our wedding”

Leanne maintaining her manners greeted the “Mr Wright, Mrs. Wright”

Originally, the Wright family had hoped to secure a marriage alliance with the Richardson family, but Leanne had unexpectedly become involved, so they naturally weren’t fond of

her.

Even if they didn’t approve, they still had to keep up appearances, and Suzan’s mother, Claudine Wright, responded half-heartedly, “It’s nice that Leanne’s here today as well.”

Curtis said, “Grandma missed her, so I brought her home for dinner.”

Harrington glanced at the two, noticing their hands still clasped together, then shot Leanne a somewhat displeased look.

Maintaining his dignity, he ignored Leanne and spoke only to Curtis, “I heard from Suzan you’ve been sick recently. You meet a lot of clients at work; you should be more careful.”

“You’re blaming my clients unjustly,” Curtis glanced at Leanne, “It’s her fault, getting sick and still insisting I cuddle her to sleep, always so clingy.”

It was unclear who was being unjust.

Leanne, feeling a bit embarrassed, glared at him, “Stop making things up.”

Curtis, with his lazy tone, teased, “What’s there to be shy about? You’re the youngest here; they’ve seen it all.”

Leanne wished she could shove his head into a trash can right then.

Their display of affection, paired with the blush spreading across Leanne’s neck, looked exactly like a young couple flirting.

Harrington’s mouth twitched in disapproval.

Claudine glanced at Suzan, then picked up her tea cup to hide her displeasure.

Curtis finally let go of Leanne’s hand, sliding his arm around her waist and gently guiding her towards his grandmother.

“The peonies in the garden have bloomed, let’s go admire them with grandma.”

Leanne understood; her presence made it difficult for them to speak freely, and she was tired of their scheming expressions.